I sometimes get the sense that my family doesn't fully appreciate my bustling little online enterprise. I spent pretty much the whole weekend getting Christmas listings ready for Etsy. My parents are planning to visit soon, and I mentioned to my father on the phone tonight that his room will be very festive, since I'm arranging the merchandise as attractively as possible there. I think it looks really cute.
"I might just take one look and decide to go home," my father said. He's kind of a stickler about no-Christmas-before-Thanksgiving. I thought it best not to mention that I was considering hauling out the Santa pillowcases when I made up the bed for them. He really might just decide to leave.
The three of us drove out to have dinner with our college boy Friday night. The college boy also is known as the boy with eight working fingers, since two of them were crushed - I've seen the x-ray, and I do mean crushed - as he approached the tee to take his shot in a college golf tournament. The golfer ahead of him decided to take an unscheduled practice swing after taking his shot, and connected on his backswing with my son's hand.
We talked about things other than my need to find this other golfer and see how he'd like to have his season ended with a well-aimed swing. I mentioned that I had purchased about 10,000 buttons earlier in the week.
My daughter looked up from her chicken wing dip. "They're everywhere," she said. "Buttons. All over the house. You don't even want to come home."
She made it sound like you had to kick buttons out of the way to move from room to room. Admittedly, during the sorting process there were various trays in places that some might have felt were inconvenient, such as the dining room table. But it wasn't all that bad. Besides, the proceeds of such ventures are what pays for the chicken wing dip and whatnot.
Anyway, in the excitement of buying all those buttons, I neglected to talk about my other big find of the day, which is a huge cupboard that is going to save me from buying one from Ikea. I like Ikea as much as anybody, but the thought of buying the cabinet I wanted from there nagged at me. I'm kind of a stickler for vintage. I had not visited Betsy's shop all summer, and I was in the mood for a drive. (Button buying does that to you.) Sure enough, soon as I walked in the door, I found exactly what I wanted. At about half the price of the one at Ikea. Even less, once Betsy mentioned that she'd just listed the cabinet on Craigslist for $40 less than the marked price.