I am drowning in other peoples funky junk. My home is starting to look like the set of Sanford and Son. I have a small car instead of a truck. I have the front seat and part of the trunk refilled with stuff I weeded out that has to go to charity. Two turkey basters, because you never know what people used them for. A whole bunch of plastic spoons and romance novels, both not worth the few cents someone might pay for them. I have a ton of craft books, but if I put them all together they are too heavy for me to lift. If I sell individually, I will need to organize them, so I can find it quick if it sells.
I also have a postcard from Disney, I hope it is vintage, but I can’t find a date on it. Postcards would be ideal for me to sell. I would not need a pile of boxes. They don’t take up too much room. Trouble is I only have one. That is not going to fix my roof. I have not been to the post office in a few days. That means the money flow got damned somewhere. Well here is to hoping my Rambo coloring books are hot items.