Being a fly on the wall was really quite a bit of fun for me. Saturday especially, as I was sitting upstairs and getting to hear the repeated chorus of, "Oh my *god*" as ladies entered the garage and finally understood the sheer scope of the thing. (It's an exaggeration to say that we had as much as a department store -- but we had more than many consignment shops and boutiques.) And it was delightful getting to say hi to a lot of friends, and see them having fun with the toys. I only wish I could have been a fly on the wall downstairs, which I gather was delightful chaos. (Stories and thoughts are more than welcome.)
The timing worked out well. Most of the closest friends came earlier on Saturday, and many took a *lot* of stuff, which is great. Sunday was mostly OES folks, who took most of the gowns and other fancies. In the end, we wound up with only two gowns left, and very little of the rest of the clothing -- better than Susan and I could have hoped, much less expect. On the order of 95% of the clothing was gone by the end of the weekend. The remaining couple of gowns will go to Eastern Star Grand Chapter this weekend (SCAdians should think of a cross between Coronation and Birka), and the rest of the leftover clothing will go to appropriate charities.
This leaves us with the racks and hangers. There are still around 10 leftover clothing racks, and a big pile of pretty nice hangers, left in Susan's garage. She'd really like them to go away, so she and Mark can put their cars back in the garage. She and I are each keeping one or two, but the rest really need to go away. So please write to me if you'd like to claim one or two, and make arrangements with her to pick them up. It's pretty much first-come-first-serve at this point -- we just want them to go away. (And anyone who wants hangers, just talk to her and come by: I gather that there are lots.)