SO! 'Tis almost the season to be jolly, thrifty, spendy, and all that. If I were to rank holidays in terms of their importance and excitement level in my household, I would have to rank them accordingly:
- Christmas
- Great Glebe Garage Sale
- Halloween
- Victoria Day weekend
- Canada Day weekend
- August long weekend
- Labour day
- Easter
- Thanksgiving
- New Year's
.... and so on to all of the other holidays from other cultures that we do not celebrate in our home, which do not come with government holidays (i.e. St. Patrick's Day. ha ha ha).
The Great Glebe Garage sale happens the fourth Saturday of every May, and it is the most fabulous thing ever. When I was young, I would meet cool, hip, 'adults' who would tell me about the most interesting amazing things they managed to buy at the GGGS. I always wanted to go. But I was a country kid, and the GGGS happens in the city, so without wheels or adult supervision I was unable to see it, or to even fathom the giganticness and fabulosity of the event.
Basically, the Glebe is a neat area of Ottawa filled with residential homes that are a mix of upwardly mobile young families, students, and older people who have been living there for ages and are also therefore upwardly mobile. It's not cheap, let's say. People have nice gardens and there are a lot of individuals who seem to travel the world a lot. The houses are mostly old, and cool, and stately, and for the most part very well maintained. Bank street is a major artery that runs through the area, and the Glebe section of it has become completely gentrified with interesting little knicknack shops, pubs, knitting stores, bookstores, Starbucks, organic bakeries, restaurants, etc. You get the picture.
On this one Saturday of the year, all the residents empty out their basements and garages and put their stuff all out on the lawns to form one massive garage sale that spans about 60 city blocks. To put it into perspective, when we go each year, we are only able to see about 2o% of it in 6 hours of solid walking. Bank street businesses all have sidewalk sales, and the only way to travel around is by foot, it's all so busy. If you haven't gotten a parking spot on the street by 7:30 a.m., you won't, even though the official start time is 9:00.
It's like a big county fair, urban market, or bazaar. All of the streetmeat vendors are out, all of the buskers are around, there is a Dixieland jazz band made up of very talented old-timers that plays on a front porch every year, gathering huge crowds, and every kid who plays the violin or cello is out on the front lawn with an open case for donations. Little ones set up lemonade stands and sell their mom's overpriced cookies, and all of the local churches fill their parking lots and front yards with tables that out-of-neighborhooders can rent. People with gardens, who have necessarily done their spring perennial-dividing and tomato-starting, sell the plants and herbs that you can see flourishing in their yards. The ATMs are empty by 10 a.m. You have to wait in line for 30 minutes to get a Starbucks, if you are so inclined. On a sunny day, it feels like the most amazing place in the world.
If you are sitting there thinking "well Gennyland must just like to shop," consider this: it's my husband's favourite day of the year. He's mental for it. The day after the GGGS, he's already making a list of stuff to look for at the next year's sale.
Here is a partial list of things we have bought at the GGGS in past years:
- African straw basket that stores our kindling;
- Moroccan lantern/light fixture that I haven't yet installed anywhere, but which the dog likes to carry around in her mouth;
- Anton Pieck framed relief picture;
- Set of left-handed golf clubs for $10. I am right-handed. I re-sold them for $20;
- Brand-new camping cot;
- Book of retro cottage/cabin designs, which we consult more often than you might guess;
- My everyday set of '70s flowered pots and pans;
- Miscellaneous perennials which have now completely integrated into my garden. Includes silver ferns;
- An old turntable, which was free, because it doesn't work;
- Another black cat for my ceramic black cat collection;
- Many many old and new fishing lures (hubby's);
- Antique 'Urine Sample' bottle, which sits on the bathroom vanity;
- Roof racks that didn't come with their key, or even fit our car;
- set of 6 'wrought iron' sea creatures;
- antique galvanized tin bucket that I use as a planter in the summer;
- a 1980's video camera which takes VHS tapes. It's humungous, but hubby wanted to try making his own fishing show (sigh).
It's our annual opportunity to acquire eclectic objects for our home and garden. This year, however, I've gotten hard-ass about it. I've told hubby that if we want to go to town at the GGGS as we have in previous years, we have to first spend a day cleaning out the basement and throwing some of our current junk away. We have no more room to store camping cots, left-handed golf clubs, turntables that don't work and roof racks that are useless to us. We have yet to tackle this tossing of the junk, but I feel confident that we will have the chance sometime in the next 22 days. I'm thinking we could probably lose the plastic outdoor furniture that's been under the deck for 6 years, the headboard that we found in the garbage which doesn't fit any of our beds, the used-outdoors rug that's been mouldy and rolled up in the corner of the basement for 5 years, OR the 1950's fridge that occupies the middle section of my laundry area, which when we moved in contained only a rusted old pick-axe.
Just sayin'.
So, the GGGS kicks off the summer for us. It's the first chance to wear shorts in public and wear sunscreen for the day. I have to save up my coins and find myself a decent fannypack (when did I ever think I'd hear myself say/write that?) I'm off to make myself a list of things to look for.
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