When our 15 year old friend confided that she was trying to raise money for a trip to France next summer, we offered our yard for a big fat yard sale.
Over last week, friends dropped off items they were willing to donate to the cause — brand new coffee makers, golf clubs, luggage and more kitchen items than sticks for shaking were among the most coveted.
(Since James and I are often busy with naptimes, feedings and life, we just allowed folks to drop their bags off on the front porch).
The deserving student and her family came over on Friday evening before the sale to tag and sort all the items. They then drew signs on the sidewalk with chalk. Notes from the coffee shop, grocery store and main street pointed folks towards our house.
Early on Saturday morning, we put out coffee cake (store bought, heated in the oven) and juice.