Questions of the moment:
Lordy, where did all this stuff come from?
What is that?
Did I buy that?
How much did I pay for that?
That's still here?
What was I thinking?
Do I want to keep this?
I really thought this would sell?
Why didn't someone buy this?
Am I crazy?
Why is Blogger's spell checker treating the first paragraph of this post like one big, long misspelled word?
I am becoming cautiously optimistic that I just might survive this madness. I've been over there every day since, well, forever ago at 10-ish. I decided to go in at noon today and get a little more sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
I am about half convinced that other vendors are sneaking stuff into my pile so they won't have to move it themselves.
5 comments:
That last sentence cracked me up! I wouldn't put it past them. When moving I always get to that point that I might just throw it away instead of packing it to move! I REALLY got that way with my Mom's house. You are doing GREAT!
hugs,
Linda
Holy smoke! That's some ton-age. You could be a flea market all by yourself.
I'M exhausted just reading about it!
Glad you're making progress!
Holy smokes! That's a lot of merch! I hope you don't wear yourself out moving all that stuff.
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