People amaze me.
So I'm watching 'The Early Show', and this must be the fifth or sixth time I've seen something like this touting the virtues of resale shops. This is all good and well - and funny, the way they make it sound like a new concept - but does anyone else not consider $178 a steal? What resale shops are these people going to? Because really, the ones Mom and I hit? You could buy the store for $178, practically. I mean, I've found things like a silk skirt for four dollars, a leather one from the Gap, never worn, for twelve, Brighton earrings for a dollar, etc., etc. The dress I wore to the Arboretum the other day for graduation photos is really cute, got compliments, and was maybe a dollar, maybe. I dunno, I just don't see the point of going to resale shops and then paying triple digits anyway.
Oh, and one of the women asked if she could smell the dresses to tell which one was resale. Rude. God forbid it smell like The Poor People.
On a totally unrelated note, I've got the yarn for Mom's dish towels for Mother's Day - I decided to go with red and white plaid instead of the huck lace, so that using two colors wouldn't be a problem. Pictures forthcoming, once it's more than an empty loom and yarn in a bag.
On another totally unrelated note, I feel like a detective at work. Or, as Meg said, Indiana Jones - I think I prefer that one. Yesterday, while going through a box of what was ostensibly smaller boxes of slides, I found five or six miniature portraits from the Regency period, one of which had a latticework of hair across the back of it. There was also a coin commemorating Voltaire, and five silver coins from 1721-1770 - oh, they were just gorgeous. There was what I think was a daguerreotype or tintype of a woman, too, hand-colored a little at the cheeks. I love my job.
Oh, and one of the women asked if she could smell the dresses to tell which one was resale. Rude. God forbid it smell like The Poor People.
On a totally unrelated note, I've got the yarn for Mom's dish towels for Mother's Day - I decided to go with red and white plaid instead of the huck lace, so that using two colors wouldn't be a problem. Pictures forthcoming, once it's more than an empty loom and yarn in a bag.
On another totally unrelated note, I feel like a detective at work. Or, as Meg said, Indiana Jones - I think I prefer that one. Yesterday, while going through a box of what was ostensibly smaller boxes of slides, I found five or six miniature portraits from the Regency period, one of which had a latticework of hair across the back of it. There was also a coin commemorating Voltaire, and five silver coins from 1721-1770 - oh, they were just gorgeous. There was what I think was a daguerreotype or tintype of a woman, too, hand-colored a little at the cheeks. I love my job.