Every garage sale we went to yesterday had the same little-kid smell—a combination of grape juice, baby powder, Cheerios and cleaner. Even the garage sales without toys reeked of daycare. I bought three books, a purse, a hand blender that had never been used, and a designer fleece shirt that I plan to sell on Ebay. I stuck a dryer sheet in each of the books and the purse. I Febrezed the sweater. And an hour later, I threw my clothes in the washer with Method Sweet Water detergent and I showered, because (argh!) I smelled like garage sale.