Ya know, I've been called a lot of things in my life, but this was the first time I was ever accused of being a "junkie." No, we're not talking drugs here, we're talking a "junk-junkie." Now WAIT! In my defense, I was very particular about what I picked out. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's the story:
Last Friday, I helped set up for our local Senior Citizen's Center "Christmas in July" sale. The workers were allowed to buy some things early. When it was time to leave, we all showed the leader what we were buying so she could price them. She took one look inside my bag and with a disgusted look said, "This is ALL JUNK!" My jaw dropped as this very hefty woman in her 70s, with her raspy voice continued, "Junk! It's all plastic GARBAGE!" "But, wait!" I stammered, knowing full well despite her age, Arlene could easily knock me into next week, "See...I'm an artist. I like to use vintage Christmas with my...." "Junk! Junk!" She interrupted. "You're a JUNKIE! A JUNK-JUNKIE! Give me a dollar for the bag. What else do you have?" I showed her an old tree topper and some very pretty antique rose glass balls. "$2.50 for everything" as she heaved a heavy sigh in disgust. I promised her I'd return the next morning for more loot!
The next morning, bright and early, I went back with my friend Shannon and bought a few more goodies. Arlene was there. She smiled, shook her head, and told the ladies pricing my bag, "I know her. She spent hours here helping set up yesterday." For her, 75 cents."
So, besides the pastries I bought from the bake sale, how do you think I did for under $4.00?!