Garage Sale (noun): an event where you rid your home of objects that you can live without, but you hope that others can't.
My neighbors recently held a garage sale. Even though one would think that a neighbor's garage sale won't directly affect your life, it became a big deal around here. Our girls volunteered to help sell cookies and lemonade with other neighborhood kids, and for two days they spent most of their waking moments visiting the sale, talking about the sale, persuading us to buy items from the sale, or longingly observing the sale from our driveway across the street in the rare moments when we lured them back to our house.
By the end of the weekend, the girls had a new bin of Polly Pockets in their possession (because, clearly, we need more small plastic toys in our house), and I had picked up two of these butterfly decorations for a dollar.
When I showed the butterflies to a friend, she said, "I think my parents had a decoration just like that when I was growing up." I went a step farther to offer my guess that roughly three million Americans owned this exact same gold butterfly decoration in 1987. Give or take a dozen.
At any rate, I modernized the butterflies with a quick coat of spray paint, and they're now happily flying above my daughters' beds.
Good as new. Come to think of it, perhaps even better.