Stoop, collaborate and listen...

I'm gearing up for a stoop sale. I'm so jazzed about it. I've wanted to do one for awhile now, but haven't gotten around to it yet. A friend and I were talking this morning and we're going to do a joint one. Sometime next month we're going to get rid of loads of stuff and hopefully make a little extra scratch in the process. Extra room in our apartments and a bit of cash in our pockets - I'd say that's a fantastic scenario.

Stoop sales are such a New York institution. Brooklyn wouldn't be Brooklyn without them, that's for sure. They're the NYC equivalent of the suburban garage sales of my youth. I always loved it when my mom and I would gather up all our unwanted/unused stuff and cart it out to the driveway. We'd put up signs in the neighborhood and set everything up on tables. Loads of fun. This is going to be the same, except a bit more compact and I don't think I'll have a juicer to sell. It always seemed like my mom had a random juicer in the garage sale. Where the hell did those things come from? I never remember her buying them, but there was one at every sale. Weird. No juicers this time.

Stoop sales are the great equalizer. Everyone in the neighborhood shops them. The rich folks, the poor folks, the trendy folks, the stalwarts. It's a microcosm of the borough. I think I'll have to take lots of pictures.