by Nicole
Spring is in sight and I’m bursting with anticipation for my favorite bloom. And I don’t mean crocuses or daffodils. My vernal blossom of choice is that other colorful perennial: the giant “Tag Sale” signs that crop up everywhere with the first thaw.
I became a casual tag sale shopper when my kids were small. I’d drive around with toddlers dozing in the backseat, lazily previewing the goods and stopping only when something caught my attention. Yard sales were my secret source for books, DVDs, toys and even the occasional piece of child furniture. My gang still uses a set of wooden chairs and craft table from a high-end chain that I picked up for $40.
My true addiction, however, kicked in about five years ago. And for that, I blame the lovely Australian family in our neighborhood who spent two decades expensively decorating their home only to move back Down Under for good. They were selling ALL, and I bought it. Lamps, tables, furniture, decorative pillows, window treatments storage units all found a new home with yours truly—snapped up for a fraction of their actual cost. It was the mother lode of tag sales, the proverbial big score that kept me going back for more. (more…)









