My sister, who lives in the sunny south, goes to yard sales year-round. That doesn’t work on Nantucket so the first yard sales of the spring are mob scenes. Think of it: pent up shopping/deal hunting/socializing/just getting outside needs all free to finally be expressed. I never go to a yard sale the first hour because of this. Can’t handle the stress. Also, yard saleing is a reward for housework finished. But when I do get there–woo-hoo. Nantucket has the quirkiest yard sales. Last Saturday’s score:
Can yard saleing be a verb?