I have my next round of chemo tomorrow. I can't wait to see what new fun it brings! Okay, so really I can wait. A very, very long time, in fact. Unfortunately, I am not able to wait, so bring on the next round of toxic fill up!
I have been kind of pleased with my blog totals for the year. I am on pace to meet my 200 posts for 2013, even with my forced vacations. I really have tried to keep up with the blog as one of my ways of coping with everything. Plus, having to finish a post before I leave for work gives me an extra incentive to get out of bed. I need all the incentives I can get, since the bricks provide their own kind of incentive to stay in bed.
Sales have sucked all week. I've not had a decent day at either site, which means my monthly totals are going to suck. It's extra discouraging right now because it takes so much out of me to really work the booth the way it needs to be done. I worked several hours on Friday with a foof and redo that hasn't yielded any results. I could have phoned it in and been a lot less tired.
Worse yet, I had a text the other day about some AnnaLee dolls I have at one of the booths. I've got 10 of them, very reasonably priced. Someone wanted all of them and was inquiring about a discount. I am more than happy to deal in a case like that and offered a very generous 20% off, which was turned down flat. Pissed me off too. That would have really turned my month around.
There's a customer entitlement mentality you run into selling secondhand stuff, particularly vintage items. Some folks have the idea that you ought to be so glad they have deigned to take an interest in your shit that you should mark it down to next to nothing, then carry it out to the car for them. I don't have any problem saying "no thanks" to that. Many of them turn out to be dealers, too. It's enough to make one cynical.
Until you turn around and have a pretty good day yard saling. The day started off with a decent sale right down the street from me and kept going all day long. Every stop ended up being worth it, and that almost never happens. I'm kicking myself over a couple of chairs and some wicker that I didn't get, but I listened to what the bricks were saying instead of my instincts. They would have required a run to both booths that day, and I didn't think I was up to it. Damn bricks talk too loud sometimes.
I ended that day at a vendor mall that's closing at the end of the month. Lots of the dealers were in their spaces marking things down, so they wouldn't have to take them out in a few days. I found a few things there.
|Yeah. Just a few.|
I think that I'm well set for this next round of chemo, just in case I end up not being able to make it to any sales or thrifts this go around. I'll be taking some larger items into the booths this week, if I'm able, to give it the quick and easy approach to a new appearance.
The third anniversary of Mom's death is this week. I'm trying to get a post for that finished, but I may be off by a few days, depending on how I feel. I'm trying to take advantage of having today off in order to take care of some things that need to be done this week.
There's a terrible lot of whining in this post. Sorry about that. Being tired all the time makes me grumpy. I hope everyone has a good holiday. Travel safely. And take it from the dude with melanoma: Wear a hat when you're out in the sun and use lots of sunscreen!