These are strange days in retail...almost ghostly quiet. Everyone on the street is talking about it as we phone one another...between tidying up and restocking shelves. Today, my most regular visitor, Mr. UPS, brought me a bundle of new boxes. Oddly enough this was an order from last July at Market. As much as I love selecting just the right goods for the shop, I equally loathe unpacking dirty, dirty boxes with dusty bags and foamy inserts that break off in tiny bits and find a home in my hair (that you only discover after a customer leaves). I clean everything I open...that's just the way I am. Today, nearly about to find a home for these beautiful vintage style vases, I spy a broken wing inside one of the vases. Most likely a moth; yellow with brown trim. I look at the label and saw it came from India. Quite a long flight for such a little wing.
"live everyday like Fat Tuesday". A perfect run of them; it always feels like such an accomplishment to see all your hard work neatly on a table ready for sale (just need some customers).
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