Treasure hunting in the Glebe

I went to the Great Glebe Garage sale today, something i've always meant to do but have never really gotten around to.

It was insanity.

For starters, it is Race Weekend, which means that half of downtown is closed as it is, and there are that many more people in the area. Add to that the conference at Carleton this weekend AND the garage sale and you have the most spectacular gridlock (both people and cars, of course) ever.

My intention was to get a decently early start and take the number 7 bus to Glebe Street. Wrong. I walked.

From Carleton.

Once I actually got there it WAS a pretty awesome place to spend an otherwise unoccupied Saturday morning. Almost the entirety of the Glebe was participating in the garage sale and it's amazing the sheer amount of stuff people have! I saw everything from beautiful antique pieces of furniture to used bedding and shoes for sale.

I stayed away from the latter two. Ew.

After some rummaging I managed to find a brilliant necklace that I am now very excited about.



Funny, eh? What you can find in someone's junk. Garage sales really offer a lot of potential for metaphysical-type analysis of today's society.

I'll skip that part and just say that it is surprising how very amusing it is to spend a Saturday looking at old stuff.