My legacy?

I want to be remembered as the woman who proved you don’t need a gold card to live a golden life. I turned folding tables into treasure chests and early Saturday mornings into royal processions.

That joy doesn’t come with a price tag. That beauty lives in chipped paint, mismatched mugs, and stories passed hand to hand. That hustle, heart, and humor can make anything feel like home.

I hope people say.

“She didn’t just hunt for bargains-she hunted for meaning in the things others left behind. and baby, she found it.”

I want to be the reason someone pulls over for a yard sale sign – not just for the deals, but for the hope that something wonderful is waiting.

THE YARD SALE QUEEN’s LEGACY

by the Queen, with love (and a little glitter)

I wasn't crowned with diamonds bright,
But with sunhats worn and morning light.
My kingdom stretched from street to street,
Where folding tables kissed my feet.

I chased no riches, owned no malls,
But found my gold in garage walls.
A faded doll, a vinyl tune—
A tea cup shaped like a crescent moon.

I built a life from stories tossed,
Gave value back to what seemed lost.
And every coin I chose to spend
Revived a dream, reclaimed a friend.

Let them say I ruled with flair—
With lipstick, laughs, and windswept hair.
I taught that joy, not price, defines
The treasures tucked in others’ finds.

So when I'm gone, don’t hang your head—
Just throw a sale and shop instead.
Play funky beats, bring out the snacks—
And toast the Queen who lived with clap-backs.

A throne of crates, my crown of grace—
And bargains left in every place.
A legacy of laughter, keen—
That’s the mark of a Yard Sale Queen.