At the suggestion of my therapist, I am starting a blog. Is this the same thing as a journal? As I read other blogs it amazes me that some are so clever and funny. How do they do that and can I do that too?
We had a Craft yard sale on Saturday and it went OK. There were 5 of us sharing an indoor space with each of us having our section of the room. Traffic, as some called it, was slow but it was good experience for me. Experience? Yes there was a process before the sale even came to be. First I had to decide what I wanted to release from my collection, it is hard to let go of something that I may have had since 1994. Then came the pricing. How much do I charge for stamps that I have no idea how much I paid for. Some wood mounted stamps can cost over $15.00 each. I know that is high but the quality and the wood and you just have to have it. Let me say in my defense that when I started feeding this addiction I was working at a Rubber Stamp Store and received a generous discount. As time went on I had a job that afforded me the luxury of buying more. You get the picture, it accumulates. So I began pricing and the more I priced the more I felt led to get rid of. Items like brads and Eyelets got organized because of this sale. I also saw things that I forgot I even owned, making my creative juices flow. If I had not been in such a hurry I would have stopped and created until the cows came home.
I would say that I spent almost two weeks just getting ready. The manager at Aldi must have thought I was nuts because I did not want boxes just the flats. Flats are easier to display and transport and store for the future.
It occurred to me that I would need help getting the stuff into the van and then out of the van. Long tables would be necessary to display the stuff and a strong person to carry those into the space we rented. Alex came to the rescue, he provided the tables did all the hauling in and out of the van, and helped arrange the stuff. He also helped the other ladies and I could not have been prouder that this man was my child. He stayed with me the entire time, checked on me several times and the brought me this fabulous lunch from _____________________. All of this attention for me; I did not realize until now how good it felt and how long it has been since someone had given me their time and attention.
Back to the experience being in a group setting with other stampers, laughing, talking and all going through the same thing made me feel part of the group. These are the same ladies that come to the Wednesday stamp group, which I usually look for an excuse not to go, but this time with them was so different. I always feel like the outsider in this group, they have their jokes and outings and I am not included. Saturday I was one of the girls and it was good.
Anyway now I have everything ready for the next sale, which we have to have because we all have a lot more to get rid of.
