This weekend my neighborhood has its annual yard sale. Streams of people will come by to pick over the offerings. One of my neighbors sells hot dogs and hamburgers. She gives any profits to charity. A local church uses its basement as a showcase for donated items. Any profit is destined for the church’s budget.
For some people I suppose it is like a treasure hunt. Used toys outgrown by the children who originally owned them would be fun for other children who have now reached the age when the toys would be appropriate. Ditto for children’s clothing and furniture.
And I am cheap. I get the idea of saving money. When I need a specific article of clothing, I often
check out thrift shops.
When I was a therapist I had clients with limited income who used their specialized knowledge to scour yard sale for unrecognized antiques and undervalued items. They talked about saving pieces of history that otherwise would be thrown away.
I also have the collecting gene. I accumulate books in particular now. I used to collect coins. I enjoy meeting others who share my interests. I have to admit, though, that I don’t really understand recreational shopping. Unless there is a specific goal, I do not find shopping appealing or restful. Part of it may be I’m at the stage in my life where I’m trying to downsize possessions. On the other hand, I don’t ever remember enjoying shopping.
My father talked about a neighbor who haunted yard sales and repeatedly found bargains. She had a
house full of valuable finds. He said he used to tell her that, with everything she found, someday her
descendants would hold a gigantic yard sale of her stuff.
Can you educate me? What about shopping is recreational for you?