Category: store

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

Antique Dolls Get a Bad Rap

Posted in childhood, COVID, dance floor, dancing, dolls, girlfriends, Monterey county, Nancy Ann dolls, online dating, pandemic, robot, Rossmoor, store, texting1 Comment

(re-run) Fifteen years ago, my second cousin died an untimely death. She left me all of her dolls that had passed down on two sides of the family until they ended with her. She had no children, no one to pass the dolls to. I’ve been dragging around my childhood dolls for half a century.… Continue reading Antique Dolls Get a Bad Rap

Antique Dolls Get a Bad Rap

Posted in childhood, COVID, dance floor, dancing, dolls, girlfriends, Monterey county, Nancy Ann dolls, online dating, pandemic, robot, Rossmoor, store, texting1 Comment

Fifteen years ago, my second cousin died an untimely death. She left me all of her dolls that had passsed down on two sides of the family until they ended with her. She had no children, no one to pass the dolls to. I’ve been dragging around my childhood dolls for half a century. When… Continue reading Antique Dolls Get a Bad Rap

My Friend, the Thief

Posted in babysitting, bus, cherry pie, department store, Des Moines, downtown, flat feet, Iowa, memoir, shoplifting, shopping center, store, store security, troll dollsLeave a comment

(re-run) We took the bus to go shopping downtown.  We weren’t old enough yet to drive, and it was a boring Saturday. Debbie suggested the shopping trip. We had a shopping center (before malls) within walking distance of our houses. A bus trip was more adventurous. Debbie was always up for adventure. She had moved… Continue reading My Friend, the Thief

Antique Dolls Get a Bad Rap

Posted in childhood, COVID, dance floor, dancing, dolls, girlfriends, Monterey county, Nancy Ann dolls, online dating, pandemic, robot, Rossmoor, store, textingLeave a comment

Fifteen years ago, my second cousin died an untimely death. She left me all of her dolls that had passsed down on two sides of the family until they ended with her. She had no children, no one to pass the dolls to. I’ve been dragging around my childhood dolls for half a century. When… Continue reading Antique Dolls Get a Bad Rap

My Friend, the Thief

Posted in babysitting, bus, cherry pie, department store, Des Moines, downtown, flat feet, Iowa, memoir, shoplifting, shopping center, store, store security, troll dollsLeave a comment

We took the bus to go shopping downtown.  We weren’t old enough yet to drive, and it was a boring Saturday. Debbie suggested the shopping trip. We had a shopping center (before malls) within walking distance of our houses. A bus trip was more adventurous. Debbie was always up for adventure. She had moved in… Continue reading My Friend, the Thief

The Story of my Picker

Posted in antique, antique store, antiques dealer, drugs, memoir, pick-up truck, picker, refund, restaurant, shoplifting, store, teens1 Comment

When I had a shop, it attracted lots of individuals who wanted to sell me antiques. Some of them had good stuff. Others had junk. Many wanted too much for their inherited mementos. One old guy brought me cracked and chipped tea cups and got mad when I wouldn’t buy them at any price. A… Continue reading The Story of my Picker

The Story of my Picker

Posted in antique, antique store, antiques dealer, drugs, memoir, pick-up truck, picker, refund, restaurant, shoplifting, store, teensLeave a comment

When I had a shop, it attracted lots of individuals who wanted to sell me antiques. Some of them had good stuff. Others had junk. Many wanted too much for their inherited mementos. One old guy brought me cracked and chipped tea cups and got mad when I wouldn’t buy them at any price. A… Continue reading The Story of my Picker

Flirting in Frozen Food

Posted in aging, beach, flirting, lipstick, memoir, Monterey Bay, relationships, sister, store, teeth cleaning, TV dinnersLeave a comment

It’s Friday evening at Lucky’s in my little beach town. I’m ducking in for eggs, milk and ice cream. Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. I need to bake a cake, and she asked for a TV dinner for supper. As I turn down the frozen food aisle, a tall man with a shaved head, wearing… Continue reading Flirting in Frozen Food

Pioneer Lady

Posted in California, clothing, costumes, Gold Rush, history, memoir, Oakland, parking, photographs, pioneers, relationships, seniors, sewing, store, ticket, triviaLeave a comment

Every year I drive to Oakland for the most awesome day at the White Elephant Sale.  The women’s board of the Oakland Museum own a warehouse in Fruitvale, and they fill it up for their annual event. If you know someone who works the sale, they can give you passes so that you can get… Continue reading Pioneer Lady