Car Boot Chic

So where was I at 5.50am yesterday morning?
Unpacking a car in the middle of a field 10 miles from home.
And why?
"Because you promised," said my 9-year-old son.
And somewhere in the deepest depths of winter I recall saying that I would take my son to a car boot sale so he could raise some cash.
"When the weather is better," I promised.
So here we were accompanied by my 12-year-old daughter who didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to raise a bit of extra cash too.
The pair of them had spent the past two days "helping" Grandad clear the loft!
I decided to take along some of the clothes from my workthatwardrobe charity sale and some books that I had read.
I had only ever been to one car boot sale before - and that was as a buyer.
Our pitch was next to a lovely old lady who helped us sort ourselves out.
She told me that since her husband died she did a car boot sale every weekend and the money she makes keeps the car on the road.
I had no idea what to wear.
Although it was dry it was still quite cold at 5.30am when we left home so I opted for jeans, s carf and a hoodie with my Isabella Oliver vest underneath.
We had made most of our sales by 10am and met lots of lovely characters.
My children loved bartering and playing shop.
Although the credit crunch means not much made more than £2.00.
By 12pm I was ready to go but we were surprised by my husband who turned up on his bike and helped us pack up.
After taking out the pitch fee of £9.00 my children had made £20 each and I had made £38 - which will go towards the charity I am supporting.
If you haven't tried a car boot sale I urge you to give it a go.
It was great fun and made me appreciate my lie-in so much more this morning!