15th January 2019
Another drive to Hudsonville to remove a dresser that Kelli sold on Marketplace and replace it with “pinky”. The final coat of paint was still drying when we loaded it into the truck. This is often the time when you see the places missed, and therefore out comes the small brush and the steady hand.
This trip allowed us to see what had sold at the weekend, which was a bit of a disappointment, but as we had a sale in the bag it wasn’t all bad.
Not pinky anymore.
Whilst in the area we drove to another place called “Changing Times” which was just along the road in Grandville. One reason I wanted to check the place out was to see our friends John and Patty’s booth. The people who run these places have no idea how to present their vendor’s pieces in the best possible light. Painted Farmgirl is a little better, but by no means perfect. Changing Times is a shithole, another place filled with clutter and junk. Everything mixed together, with little thought for the customer experience. Fortunately there is a large car park that I would use to build a large bonfire and burn most of the stuff. There are some good furniture, but they’re hidden down strength-sapping corridors, so by the time you get to the end, you’ve forgotten why you went there in the first place.
We had the chance to discuss our visit with John and Patty when we met up for dinner at the Winery. They have been in Changing Times for eight years, and it used to be one of their best outlets, but they agreed the place has got worse over the last few years.
As we chatted, we found ourselves in the middle of the Winery bingo night. So our conversation was interrupted by the caller shouting out numbers and telling bad jokes.
One that I can remember, (there were so many but the beer was taking effect)
A man was talking to his buddy, “ Our wedding anniversary is coming up, and my wife said that she wanted something with diamonds in it, so I bought her a pack of cards”.
On the way back we stopped off to pick up two cushions from a home seller. Now when someone mentions cushions I automatically have a visual in my mind of what to expect, but these were small, more like the size of a teabag. I don’t understand what these would be used for, unless, for keeping your armpits warm on a cold night. They are more likely to get lost down the back of the sofa, so expect to hear a cry of “ I can’t find my cushions!” Very soon.
Another Lifetime to go 