Category: antique store

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

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(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Turning the Other Cheek

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(re-run) This isn’t a Bible story. This is me telling you that seventeen years ago, I agreed to take a large antique dresser as a consignment piece from a Girl Scout leader friend.  I sent my helper dude to her house to have him load it up and deliver it to my store. I paid… Continue reading Turning the Other Cheek

The Dress-up Box

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(re-run) In my shop, I sold pioneer outfits for field-trip-bound 3rd graders along with tea cups, signs, and all things vintage. Think Little House on the Prairie. Most of the parents were happy to drop $75.00 on a well-made cotton outfit of dress, shirt, apron and bonnet. Some, however, were not. “Does she have a… Continue reading The Dress-up Box

Car Week in Monterey County

Posted in antique collective, antique store, car, Car Week, Ferrari, food bank, hippies, memoir, men, Mom sitting, Monterey county, Santa Cruz, thrift storesLeave a comment

(re-run) For 17 years, I’ve owned a house in Monterey County, California. For sixteen years I’ve participated in some of the car events during Car Week, always in August, with events happening In Pacific Grove, Carmel, Monterey, Seaside, and of course, Pebble Beach. Only this year I’m mom-sitting while my sis and her hubby take… Continue reading Car Week in Monterey County

A 4th of July to Remember, or Not

Posted in 4th of July, 9-11, Alex Jones, antique store, architects, children, conspiracy theory, dancing, divorce, engineers, Holocaust, humor, Iowa, parade, Sandy HookLeave a comment

(re-run) It wasn’t a typical 4th of July. I was getting divorced, and I had a boyfriend, although he was a conspiracy theorist. If you don’t believe me, you could just look at his wardrobe. He owned a collection of t-shirts that screamed, I am anti-government, anti-media, anti-logic of any kind. But he was cute,… Continue reading A 4th of July to Remember, or Not

Antiques Dealer School

Posted in antique, antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, estate sale, memoir, partner, picker, recession, relationships, school, storeLeave a comment

(re-run) When my youngest was three, I ventured out in to the real world and rented a space in a handmade and vintage store. I did pretty well, but there were problems including accounting and theft. In my affluent town, shoppers unpinned the price tags and switched them around. I quit the craft store and… Continue reading Antiques Dealer School

Neighborhood Pack Rat

Posted in Amazon, antique store, Coronavirus, Costco, Covid 19, Depression, elastic, fabric, face masks, garage, grandma, memoir, neighborhood, neighbors, pack rat, recycle, scavenger, sewing, sewing room, shelter in place, social distancing, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) You know our kind. We save everything, just in case. I might need that someday. I’m going to wear that size again. That thing on the side of the road still has use left in it, and it’s free. That has a good memory for me. Who keeps stuff that evokes bad memories? No… Continue reading Neighborhood Pack Rat

The Neighbors, the Pit Bull, and the Daily Pooper

Posted in animal control, antique store, California, children, confrontation, dogs, Frisbee, high school, leash, memoir, middle school, neighbors, pit bull, poop, teaching1 Comment

(re-run) We bought a house on a street that was a long court with two courts coming off of it. We were up at the top, and it was a great and safe place for my kids to walk our greyhound mix dog. Until it wasn’t. “That was a short walk,” I said when they… Continue reading The Neighbors, the Pit Bull, and the Daily Pooper

Remembering my Gay Boyfriend

Posted in antique, antique store, beach, boyfriend, dating, gays, girl friends, kiss, memoir, memory, motorcycle, photo shoot, photographs, piano, summerLeave a comment

(re-run) My little beach house is kind of magical, in that I can get away from the rat race and think about stuff I haven’t thought of in a very long while. It’s partly due to the fact that my beach house is my dumping house, where everything to be sorted goes to live until… Continue reading Remembering my Gay Boyfriend

The Neighbors, the Pit Bull, and the Daily Pooper

Posted in animal control, antique store, California, children, confrontation, dogs, Frisbee, high school, leash, memoir, middle school, neighbors, pit bull, poop, teaching1 Comment

(re-run) We bought a house on a street that was a long court with two courts coming off of it. We were up at the top, and it was a great and safe place for my kids to walk Penny, our greyhound-mix dog. Until it wasn’t. “That was a short walk,” I said when they… Continue reading The Neighbors, the Pit Bull, and the Daily Pooper