With sub-zero temps this week, the store has been sloooowwww--few customers and fewer donators. I've sorted most of the donated books and as many toys as can fit on the sales floor and had time to arrange my dolls yesterday.
I'm posting close-ups, below, for those who want to see them more clearly (me).
The plaque on my wall reads "Not My Circus, Not My
Monkeys" ––(unnecessary small-print bottom line: "not my problem")––but that only applies to
the other humans at the store.
This crew is my circus.
Btw, that blue-eyed Norwegian doll's head, above right, was last seen on a Sonic the Hedgehog body. But my dearest, nerdiest coworker said, "Oh, Sonic could be worth some money," so Sonic's head was restored and Norwegian dollie is now happy to be part of a space crew.
(I priced Sonic at $3--a bit pricey for toys at our store--and it was immediately bought by another coworker. I probably haven't said, but since the fall, two people in their twenties have started working at the store, which is wonderful. Before them, all of us were over forty, and mostly over fifty years old.)
Some of these will go on the sales floor too, one of these days.
Close-ups of the stuff on the walls too, BELOW.
The gold-framed Senate Resolution is approval from the State of California for hot-air balloonist Don Piccard and crew to attempt to break a high-altitude record.
The Barbie dolls, above left (under the lampshade), are there because they're vintage and I need to price them specially. I feel neutral about them. I suppose they were real to the people who loved them; but they don't register that way to me, unlike the other toys.
(I put up that owl picture, above, top right, because a coworker gave it to me for the wall, thinking I'd like it. I didn't, much, but I like the coworker.
The owl has grown on me. At first I thought it had no sense of humor, but that's not the case.)
Temps are not forecast to rise above 0ºF until Monday (when the Artic cold front will pass, and we'll start to head toward merely freezing cold).
I'm taking a three-day weekend: not worth it to bundle up and take the bus to work.
