You would think growing up in a large Italian family, I wouldn't need any more relatives! Wrong! I fell in love with garage/tag sales when I was young. The entire street brought items over every summer to our garage and I was hooked. In the 1980's, I started "junking" at garage/tag sales. I think I paid about 10 cents for a bunch of pictures. These pictures below were pulled from a great grandmother's trunk. Voila, I inherited family members. I enter day dream mode, wondering who these people are and why family members sold them off. And yet another reason I scrap and work in mixed media art. To save my family memories. I tell the kids, do not, under any circumstance, trash my work or sell it at a garage/tag sale. Raise these kids right, I say!
Growing up in the South, we say "garage sale." Living in New England, it's called "tag sale." Regardless, like the bumper sticker says, "I Brake For Garage Sales."