...or your bake sale, especially if they're one and the same.
So, we had decided to have a small yard sale/bake sale, pitch the ol' EZ up tent that we have for craft fairs, and have a fun Summer afternoon with some friends this weekend.
I thought we we off to a good start. We invited some friends (including the Prairie Dog) to join us and sell some old castoffs.
I made a cute flier.
I baked all of the following all Friday afternoon, while Josiah read Dorothy Parker, Aimee Bender, and Thomas Pynchon short stories to me:
-Mini Lemon-Poppyseed Loaf Cakes
-Enormous Chocolate Chip Cookies
-The Best Brownies
-Those insane Peanut Butter sandwich cookies from this post
And, dang. Nobody came. Except this early-bird professional yard-saler who came 30 minutes early and tried to bargain with me on $1 compact discs.
Worse than that, we witnessed the killing of one baby bird (which we had been delighting in while we were out there) and the maiming of another by one of the wily cats that lives in our apartment building...which kinda brought the mood down even more. Okay, way more.
The day got better when we gave up around 3 pm, and I think that was our last yard sale attempt maybe ever. Oh, well...we would've never known had we not tried!
And, hey...the poster was darn cute, so that's something.