Saturday, May 31, 2008

The Longest Yard Sale

No, I'm not talking about that 500 mile one that stems from Nashville to Kentucky and 3 other states... I'm talking about the one at Salvage Chic this weekend! Claudia and I were at the shop bright and early this morning to get everything set up; we had enlisted Kenny to help so there could be someone in the shop at all times in case the Dreaded Early Birds showed up. Sure enough, not 5 minutes into the setup this van comes screeching into the parking lot and the driver hops out excitedly waiting to pounce on our goods. Just when I was thinking, Look at this Jerk, I realized - it was Claudia's Husband! Well I guess he is allowed to pounce on her goods... actually he was just saying Hi, and it was nice to see him and all the Loyal Salvage Chic fans who turned out in response to my Yard Sale email. The good news was, the rain held off and we had a lot of sales; the bad news was, I kept bringing out more stuff I'm sick of looking at and marking it down, so I think I ended up with MORE to haul in at the end of the day than I started with. The best news is, it will all be back out tomorrow so stop by if you missed it, and score some great bargains because EVERYTHING OUTSIDE MUST GO!

And for those who were worried I'm Going Out Of Business with the onslaught of sales lately; Have No Fear! I'm just making room for new inventory and some slight renovations.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Talkin' Trash

So my Husband was on vacation this week and Wednesday we set out to do a few errands, his participation guaranteed with the promise of a Dunkin Donuts Iced Coffee. FINALLY the Halifax DD was open again after weeks of construction. I was driving, which is kind of unusual when we're together, Kenny likes to take the helm so I can't veer offroad at any given yard sale or trashpick. Anyway, I pulled into the Drive-Thru, and sat there with the car idling, waiting for someone to take my order. HELLOOOOOOOOOO? Made a comment to Kenny that despite renovations, the speed in service hadn't really improved. "Well maybe", he says, "That's because you're talking to the trash can." Oh My God! I pulled up to the order speaker thing and was laughing so hard I couldn't even complete my order, so I had to drive up to the window and order. The sad thing is, that's not even the first time I've done that; just the first time I had a witness!!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

The Stalking Is Done in Pembroke With Care

in hopes that the Salvage Chick soon will be there! Yard Sale Buddy has been teasing me that this guy is sweet on me because he keeps coming into the shop and buying things, when he never spends a cent over at YSB's Yard Sale. I decided just in case he missed my wedding ring I should alert him to the fact that I'm a happily married woman, but couldn't find a way to work it into the conversation. Like one day he held up this "Official Blizzard of '78 Measuring Stick" and asked how old I was during that storm; "Four" I replied and then DUH smacked myself in the head after he left because I should've added "My HUSBAND wasn't even born yet then." Somewhere along the way I did manage to break the news to him, he did not seem overly crushed so when he asked what my Husband does for a living I simply replied "He's in Technology" instead of (DUH!) "He is the Heavyweight Champion of the Universe." Will I never learn? So today I was over at Yard Sale Buddy's delivering some potato salad and he had this Art Deco bureau that is falling apart (something that tends to happen when you leave them out in the rain for 4 or 5 months) and we decided we should salvage the hardware to sell on eBay. YSB ducked into his shed to get the right screwdriver when all of a sudden SCREECH who pulls into the driveway but The Guy. I busied myself pretending to scrutinize the hardware with my back to the driveway so I could roll my eyes at Yard Sale Buddy when he saw who had arrived. His face lit up with that "BOY I'm gonna have some fun with this one" look and I thought, Here We Go... so the three of us made some small talk until suddenly The Guy screamed "WAIT! HOLD STILL" like a rattlesnake was about to spring upon me, and then he reached over and gingerly pulled a leaf out of my hair. Yard Sale Buddy could barely contain himself and after The Guy finally left he spent 10 minutes re-enacting the moment each time getting more and more creative: "WAIT! Don't think I am trying to feel you up but there is something right THERE on your chest!" Calm Down! I told him; You are not helping matters! Why can't you slip some helpful lines into the conversation like "It's amazing how much Her Husband resembles Dennis Rodman" or "Hey, I heard Your Husband finally made the Green Berets" RIGHT, RIGHT, he exclaimed, or How about, "I heard Kenny beat the sh*t out of some guy who was stalking you"? Yeah, that would probably work!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

HE says Po-tay-to, I say Po-tah-to...

Let's call the whole thing off! The HE is my brother who maintains that baked potatoes have to be cooked at 425 degrees for no less than an HOUR AND A HALF to be considered edible. It's become a bit of a family joke; he's actually quite sensitive about the subject. One time I tried to slip in a "You know, those potatoes were only cooked for an hour..." dig on him after dinner and he virtually bit my head off. So you can imagine my Utter Delight when I stumbled on this sign out at Brimfield earlier this week! Now I just have to figure out, after I give it to him for his birthday in July, how to convince him that it will really look better in MY kitchen than his.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Tercio de Mayo

Never mind the Cinqo, the 3rd was my Husband's 30th Birthday and Claudia relieved me at the shop so I could spend the day with him. As soon as she got there I hurried straight home (well, straight if you don't count a brief stop at Never Open Antiques and a fly-by visit to the Yard Sale on the Pembroke Town Green and I forgot to mention a buying appointment at a house in Halifax...) Anyway over at Never Open I was supposed to be giving Mack stuff to sell for me at the Marshfield Flea Market and he asked what the Big Birthday Plans were so I admitted I was plum out of ideas, as I had been springing surprises on Kenny all week and already given him his Playstation 3. "You Should Take Him to a Hotel" Mack said and I must have looked askance because he quickly followed with "Oh that's right, you don't have kids, you don't need to go to a hotel, you can holler all you want." All I could think was Oh. My. God. I am SO not having this conversation with Mack! But I have to give him credit, he might have put a few ideas in my head because I went home and told Kenny he could have ANYTHING he wanted on his Birthday Afternoon. His eyes lit up, ANYTHING? he exclaimed... and then we jetted off to Cancun. The restaurant... in Kingston... SIGH... I HATE Mexican food. But after all, it WAS his birthday.