I. Thrift
No surprise--most things sell better when visible. Mostly, only record collectors flip through the LPs, but once in a while I set one up for its cool cover.
My Boyfriend's Back sold soon after I put it on display:
Other things just don't move. I love vintage hammered aluminum, like the tray below, but it doesn't sell well.
That gorgeous green coffee pot is by Frankoma, out of Oklahoma, (I'd had some mugs by them, but they were so heavy, I gave them away.)
BELOW: Space age spun-aluminum is another matter---this set of kitchen canisters in the to-shelve cart will sell in a minute, I bet.
BELOW: Paddington Bear squints to look out through the small bullet hole in the window (above him, slightly to the right). "It's a fun game!"
The annual Society of St V de P conference will be in our town this year.
It'll be held at a conference center hotel by the suburban Mall of America.
Usually, attendees visit the local SVDP stores, but the organizers say they won't arrange trips to our store because "it's too dangerous".
It's not that it's not dangerous to live around there.
But even so, the whole MISSION of the society is to follow the model of Vincent de Paul, a real guy in 1600s Paris who followed the model of Jesus--that is, to be with the deprived and despised.
And to do it in LOVE, not in condescension!!!
Vincent said, " It is only for your love alone that the poor will forgive you the bread you give to them."
[Did he really say that? I guess not literally. But he'd agree.]
These Society members seem to prefer the far easier call of Being Nice . . . and serving the 'worried well'.
You'd think I'd be immune to moral cowardice and hypocrisy by my age, (being guilty of both myself sometimes!), but I was fuming with disgust over this.
I felt better after talking to Amina, Book Girl.
She just laughed merrily.
"Of course they don't want to come here!"
Of course.
II. Clear the Clutter
I am in the mood for spring cleaning, and I need to––because I bought a love seat at work! I've wanted one for a long time, but never liked what got donated.
It will go great with my pink velvet armchair!
To make room, I hauled the big blue armchair (always too deep for my short legs)--and a lot of other stuff --onto the boulevard outside my apartment with a big FREE sign.
I love doing that: stuff magically disappears.
It meant dumping stuff off bookshelves, etc.
Now my apartment must be restored to rights before the couch gets delivered tomorrow...
Pictures tomorrow...
