Last thursday I asked Sidney (owner of the neighborhood thrift/junk/crap store if he had any buttons. He directed me to a tall set of drawers over flowing with sewing supplies. I searched each drawer and discovered three that were filled with mostly thread and buttons. I also came upon this lovely old pin cushion. I tucked it deep in the back of one of the drawers. I asked Sidney for a ball-park figure for what he'd want for just the thread and buttons. Per his usual style he began to advertise the quantity and quality of the contents and exclaimed that $45 was a good deal for EVERYTHING in all three drawers. I agreed. But lets face it, besides the buttons and thread everything else in these three drawers was far from trash to treasure. Yards of knotted dirty yarn, seam tape, and wads of unidentifiable ick are things I can't use. And I didn't have $45. What I did know was that I wanted the thread and buttons and I would return to select just the things I wanted. The next day I went back to the store with time to hunt and some newly earned cash. I asked Sidney for a box and hunting, searching and sneezing I went. I pulled every spool of thread and button from the cabinet. When all was said and done I returned to the drawer I had stashed the heart pin cushion. I tucked it deep inside the pile of threads in the box . Sidney knows a coolass thing when he sees it. I presented the box to him and asked what he wanted for the contents. $35. I never barter with him. It's a strategy I have. I think he's fair and if I had a history of bickering with him he'd always start high. That' my theory anyway. Plus, like I said, I think he's fair. He didn't rumage through the box to discover every find so the heart remained a stow-away. It's hanging on my wall next to impressions.
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Thursday, December 6, 2007
confession #203. stow-away.
Last thursday I asked Sidney (owner of the neighborhood thrift/junk/crap store if he had any buttons. He directed me to a tall set of drawers over flowing with sewing supplies. I searched each drawer and discovered three that were filled with mostly thread and buttons. I also came upon this lovely old pin cushion. I tucked it deep in the back of one of the drawers. I asked Sidney for a ball-park figure for what he'd want for just the thread and buttons. Per his usual style he began to advertise the quantity and quality of the contents and exclaimed that $45 was a good deal for EVERYTHING in all three drawers. I agreed. But lets face it, besides the buttons and thread everything else in these three drawers was far from trash to treasure. Yards of knotted dirty yarn, seam tape, and wads of unidentifiable ick are things I can't use. And I didn't have $45. What I did know was that I wanted the thread and buttons and I would return to select just the things I wanted. The next day I went back to the store with time to hunt and some newly earned cash. I asked Sidney for a box and hunting, searching and sneezing I went. I pulled every spool of thread and button from the cabinet. When all was said and done I returned to the drawer I had stashed the heart pin cushion. I tucked it deep inside the pile of threads in the box . Sidney knows a coolass thing when he sees it. I presented the box to him and asked what he wanted for the contents. $35. I never barter with him. It's a strategy I have. I think he's fair and if I had a history of bickering with him he'd always start high. That' my theory anyway. Plus, like I said, I think he's fair. He didn't rumage through the box to discover every find so the heart remained a stow-away. It's hanging on my wall next to impressions.
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