A Kick In Yer Boot!

Last Saturday I rose with the dawn to attend my first ever car boot sale, not as a buyer but as a seller. I packed the car with haste the night before with all sorts of goodies ready for the early start. We arrived at the boot sale at 7am and never got our stall set up until 9.30, the queue into the sale totally surpassed all my expectations.

There was a great sense of camaraderie between the sellers when we were setting up our stalls. Among the sellers there were tales of recession, moving home and clear outs. To my right there was a lady next to me was selling Cat and Doggie goods imported from Italy. She was the Irish distributor for these boutique goods for furry animals. Some of the items she was selling were truly fitting for Paris Hilton wannabes. The bags retailed at 70euro, car boot price 15euro. Celtic Tiger cats and dogs! To my left was a fella who was upping sticks and moving back to London, he brought along some helpers in shifting some of the coolest goods in the car boot sale. He had a saxophone, roller blades, mono sticks and an array of antique computer products. I had my eyes on the sax and was delighted when it was purchased by a mother for her kid. It saved me a fortune and if I had of purchased it, it would have defeated the purpose of car booting it in the first place.

I had great craic with some of my buyers, flirting with the old ladies seemed to come natural to me. I love paying them compliments and seeing their faces light up. I explained my Northern accent umpteen times, justifing my being at the sale with "I only live round the corner", which I do. Afterwards I felt energised, positive and ready to take on the world. I got a real kick from the car boot sale and think I've found a new addiction.

I couldn't get over what junk people were selling but guess what, other people were buying it.

Whatever your story I urge you to try a car boot sale before the summer turns to autumn, it was great fun and a few extra euros always comes in handy 'during these recessionairy times' blah blah blah.