Day 441 Red mist

22nd October 2018

This was definitely a red letter day. We drove to Hudsonville with the truck full of new stuff for the booth, with trepidation of the destruction left after the weekend. We carried the new dresser in and set it in place. I brought in the two matching side tables and set them either side of a chair we had out in front. Two ladies that were wandering about stopped, and looked at them. Flippantly I asked them if they wanted me to take them straight to their car, as it would save us time dressing them. They seemed interested, and even asked if we were flexible on price. My fist tightened, “Damn cheek” I thought, however the girl on the register told them there were no deals.

I went on with my business of helping Kelli to set up the space. It was starting to look good when I popped into the back room for something, when I returned all hell was breaking loose. One of the two ladies had decided to pay the full price for the pair. This meant moving them back out and re-doing the space. Don’t get me wrong, it was a fantastic result, and the minor inconvenience of re-arranging the booth is a great problem to have.

Now the search is back on for more stuff.

On the way back we stopped off at a pre-arranged meeting with a guy trying to dispose of furniture and fittings from a store that had closed in the mall. There were a couple of old style desks for sale. We thought we might be able to convert them into more side tables, but when we looked at them they were not quite what we expected, so we walked away.

We had had lunch at the Hudsonville Winery and the “Oktoberfest” beer had kicked in. The trip around Goodwill felt a bit of a dream. I re-arranged the letters on the shelf to a word that made sense. Kelli found some bits, but otherwise there was little to get excited about.

Then we stopped off at a house that had a small end table for sale. It was small, ideal for a pigmy or one of the seven dwarfs. Kelli Hummed and hawed, and then made the error of asking me what I thought, this was difficult as I could hardly see the thing. Anyway a deal was struck, I was impressed that Kelli could peel a couple of singles from her pocket without letting on she had the full amount in there.