Tins

I nabbed these Carl Larsson cookie tins for MsChocolate (of Swedish descent). They are “vintage”— from the 1980s, which doesn’t seem old  to me. But to my coworker born in 2004, they must seem antique. 

They held pepparkakor—Swedish ginger thins. (More about those cookies.)

I love Carl Larsson’s art. I’d have priced these tins more than 99 cents each, but since I benefited from a coworker’s decision, I’m not complaining. Our prices are bizarre—someone will price cloudy old plastic containers $2.99, and then these lovely tins one-third of that. I try and catch such errors but lots gets by.

 I don’t mind people pricing things too low – –  then shoppers get a deal – – and sometimes that shopper is me – – it’s more a problem when people price stuff too high. Ah well, not that important. 

Big Boss said nothing about my email requesting shopping baskets. It’s entirely possible that he’ll go ahead and order them and simply never tell me – – and one day they’ll turn up. And it’s also possible he will ignore my request. Either way, I’ve decided that’s the last time I’m going to put myself out like that. I’m choosing not to set myself up to be disregarded—his usual m.o. (not just to me).

If I’m going to be annoyed or agitated, I’d rather it be for something more worthwhile! For instance, sharing my artwork more widely—like, making and selling prints, as Joanne, blogger of Cup on the Bus, had advised me to do last year. That means facing fears I have about being public with things I make.

 I’m not sure why that frightens me. If I did it, I’d probably find out!