Seen and Heard at the POTATO Consignment Sale

Every six months, I endure a period of insanity that lasts about fifteen hours. Then I come home, barely able to move my arms, legs, back, and feet for three days.

It’s the bi-annual POTATO (Parents of Twins and Triplets Organization) consignment sale.

I have come to LOVE the sale. It’s kind of like a yard sale on steroids, BUT (when it’s working) it’s air conditioned.

I get to catch up with old friends and meet new friends. The socializing is so much fun. The amazing deals I score are incredible. Sometimes I make a little money. And I totally get to clean out my attic and garage.

OK. But the best part? People watching. Chit-chat in the checkout line. Gossipping–ahem, catching up–on celebrity news and the latest headlines. Finding out little known secrets about my friends.

In no particular order, I give you my favorite highlights from this weekend’s POTATO sale:

1. Michael Jackson tribute tee shirts. On three women. Who were shopping together.
2. A “Pat” person. I really, honestly, didn’t know if this individual was male or female.
3. Lots of precious, cute babies and toddlers.
4. One hellion crazy kid who lacked supervision, almost took out clothing racks with a triplet stroller, and randomly wielded scissors behind my back.
5. A $500 purchase. At a consignment sale!
6. One amazing story from a friend who should be on TLC’s “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant.”
7. Trash-talking Jon Gosselin and the Octomom.
8. A little theology discussion about God’s sovereignty, predestination, and election.
9. Lots of nutritional advice from a registered dietitian.
10. My cribs are gone. Both of them. Happy? Sad? I can’t decide.
11. Found out the hard way that my almost-new athletic shoes are too small. Way too small. Ouch.
12. Finding those random connections to people through friends-of-friends, college sorority days, places of employment, church membership, and so on. I said and heard, “You know so-and-so? How do you know so-and-so? SUCH A SMALL WORLD.”

That’s this sale in a nutshell, from my perspective.

Funny how after every sale, I swear that I will pull out outgrown clothing as I wash it, hang and tag it, so it’s ready to go for the next sale.

Yeah, right.

Until Spring 2010 and the tagging madness rolls around again …