I am the most hated lady at my local post office.
Not hated enough to be on one of those Most Wanted posters, but hated enough that I know that everyone is wondering who is that woman and why does she have so many boxes.
But I’m not apologizing. I wait my turn in line just like everyone else, and the more boxes I bring to the PO, the more money I’m making. Actually, the more money that I’m turning over to the bursar’s office to pay for college tuition.
Yesterday, I had five boxes to mail, and today, six more. 'Tis the season.
And just to update you (yes, I know I have been AWOL again recently), I sold those two silver and gold aluminum Christmas trees on Etsy.
But let me tell you, I think I earned every penny.
I went to an estate sale back in August and bought tree No. 1. Then I went back two days later and bought tree No. 2. Then I had to take down tree No. 2, which had more than 150 branches and lots of ornaments on it, in a house without air conditioning on a 90 degree day.
From there, I had to put both trees together just to be sure everything was all there. Then I had to measure all those branches and make kraft paper sleeves for them, grouped by length (kudos to Mr. VS for helping me with that task). Then I had to find a suitable box to ship them in, which turned out to be a wardrobe box from U-haul (just in case you’re wondering about what the right kind of box is). Then I had to find a stand for the second tree because these trees weren’t originally sold with stands. Then I had to spray paint the central wooden poles silver because the original poles were this weird shade of olive and certainly that didn’t look right. I could go on, but you get the idea.
It turned out that all the hard work was worth it.
And I’m reminding myself of that today after adding to my file of strange estate sale experiences on Sunday.
I show up at the sale, enticed by -- what else -- vintage Christmas. I am an hour early and No. 39 on the list. There had been a signup the previous day but the sale was on the other side of town, and I don’t do early signups if the sale is on the other side of town.
The lady running the sale comes to the door at 9 a.m. and announces that there are two lists because the wrong address was published in the newspaper a week ago. So she is mixing the two lists together.
I know she’s trying to be fair, but she’s really only complicating the situation.
A better solution would have been to anticipate that there could be a problem and post a sign up at the wrong address, telling those who were there not to come to the correct address, which was a block away, and sign the official list.
But I guess this makes too much sense. It’s much better to leave people outside on a 20 degree day for 45 minutes not knowing what number they are and if they will get in before their feet turn blue.
Yes, I was bitter. As in bitter cold.
But just as I was ready to run to the car to warm up, I got in. The vintage Christmas of course was pretty much gone, but I did manage to find a few things, including the box of icicles that appeared earlier in this post.
And these sweet little red angels holding poinsettias.
And some assorted picks and corsages.
And a cute little plastic ornament.
My favorite find had nothing to do with Christmas. I think. Actually, I'm not sure what these things are, but they are cute.
So now you know what I have been doing for the last month or so. Sorry that it took such a long post to catch up.
I guess that means that I should be blogging more often.