31st December 2019
Holland is not the centre of the universe when it comes to new year celebrations, unlike the rest of the civilisation the only explosion heard around here is a truck back firing.
We set off to see the new year in with our British friends Mike and Lesley. We had our bottle of wine and veggie nibbles at the ready, for an evening of fun.
Earlier we had driven to the store to collect our Christmas pieces that hadn’t sold. There were other things that Kelli had decided to remove, and possibly repaint. We are at the point of taking everything out of the place as our success rate on Marketplace was far better.
However we needed to break the spell of bad sales, I can only do so much with regards to getting product ready, Kelli is the merchandise mastermind.
She is amazing under pressure, within hours of bringing the pieces back, they were repainted, listed, and sold. From zero, she hit over three hundred dollars, including a master stroke of getting a buyer lined up on the dresser she had repainted, plus selling another one that we had yet to start.
This one was to be customised by taking away the top two drawers and replacing them with a shelf. This was more fun for me, it would allow me to chop, hack, and make something more interesting.
By the end of the evening we were nearly at half our monthly target.
This made the end of 2019 a little better. It had been a mixture of good and bad things, literally a year of two halves.
That was all forgotten as we toasted the start of 2020.
The only hat that would fit me was a tiara, the cone didn’t look right, it wasn’t until I saw the pictures that I realised what a dick I looked.
We blew our blowers fanatically, Mike’s sounded like a strangled cat, which had us in hysterics, although the champers had a lot to do with that.
Another Lifetime to go 