As I was driving to Jen’s house, somewhere in between–perhaps half way or so, I know there was nothing but desert out the window–I remembered what it was that I was supposed to do before I’d left.
Write a blog post. Whoops!
I suppose my brain is a little full these days and stuff’s gonna spill out no matter how hard I try. I’m gearing up to start having a booth at my local swap meet. I want to get rid of some stuff and having a garage sale on a street with no traffic is, well, futile. By doing a swap meet, I can get rid of stuff as well as perhaps sell a few Twilight’s Fancy necklaces, too. It’s always fun to meet new people. (And I’m such a kamikazee flea market shopper. Good golly, is it an addiction for me… Which is perhaps the biggest reason why I need to sell off some of my surplus! Then again, for me it becomes more of a swap meet because I’m basically swapping goods for the money I put in years ago.)
I’ve been buying second hand stuff for over fifteen years now. Luck is usually on my side, too. Usually. Or maybe it’s just that I have such a long mental list of stuff that I’ll buy if I find. Yeah, I think that’s more likely.
For instance, a few days ago I found an antique doll body at the flea market. While I have a stash of doll heads, I have very few socket ones that require ball jointed bodies. I prepared for the normal price of $100+ when I asked, “How much?” But the guy said, “Twenty bucks.” It was everything I could do not to do cartwheels down the aisle and back. I handed him my yuppie food stamp and he handed me the bag o’ doll parts. The head for which I bought the doll…?
Queen Louise has been in my collection of doll heads for about 11 years now, just waiting for a body at the right price to come along. She’s cracked and broken and glued back together, so getting either a brand new reproduction doll body or one in great shape just wouldn’t work right. Plus, prices for them things even in poor condition are a helluva lot more expensive than $20. Luck was finally on my side. Finally.
I wonder how many years it’ll be before I finally assemble doll head onto body, but hey, I’m one step closer than I was a week ago. Plus, the only thing I don’t have for her is a hip joint ball. Over the years, I’ve collected all the other necessary bits (wig, eyes, dress). Perhaps I’ll make her my next project. I can likely hit up ebay for that silly hip joint ball.
Here’s to cleaning house and making a small return for the trouble! I wish you all a wonderful weekend!
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