Whew. It all fit. The minivan will haul about seven feet by 45 inches by at least three feet. I can’t do the math required to figure volume, but I think I maxed out the space, taking breakables into consideration. Something will break, however. It wouldn’t be a party otherwise!
All this junk is headed to Rusted Gingham’s barn sale, in case you’re wondering why my junk is suddenly on the move. Let’s see if I packed enough. Maybe too much for a 10×10 space? I’ll leave that math up to you!
I’m as ready as I’ll ever be for Rusted Gingham’s barn sale this Saturday in Gonzales, Texas. Well…that’s not entirely true. I still need to price. And pack. And load. And maybe wax and distress a couple of things. That sounds like I’m not ready at all! Egads. Maybe I shouldn’t have put it down in words. I feel behind now, thankyouverymuch.
Having never sold at a show before, I’m a bit nervous. I’m afraid I’ll forget something important — from clean clothes to cash for change. I’ve had nightmares of the minivan breaking down on the way. And what happens if I sell zilch?! (I realize that statement doesn’t jibe with The Secret. Please don’t rat me out.) But I’m also excited. I know I’ll be among some excellent vendors. Oh, the stories we will tell and the laughs we will laugh.
Care to join us?