To tell the truth, I was envious of the Picker Sisters! . I watched all 3 episodes on demand the other day. Shucks, why didn’t they call me. After all- not only do I pick, but I curbside recycle, dumpster dive, tag sale, and I’m not shy to drag it all home
Yes home, not to a shop in LA where a professional repurposes it all to pristine condition. Don’t they remember my TV show “Habitat Enhancement” a mire 5 min. segment in Pam Frucci’s Island Eye back in the 90’s. Don’t they know I furnished the girls duplex inside and out and filled their basement with “Free” or garage sale items. I guess I’m 52 not in my 30’s, under fed, hair sprayed up, wearing daisy dukes, and talking baby talk.
But then I realized, shucks, I think I’m having more fun than those girls. Nothing like sitting at home in the morning and getting a phone call from a friend letting me know what “finds” lurk on the side of the road. I don’t need hair and make up to get me ready to throw on some clothes, no brushing of hair or teeth, just rushing out the door to get there before another treasure hunter beats me to it.
This morning in my robe I put a coat of chalkboard paint on a picture in a cool chunky gold frame. A mini chalkboard to hang up somewhere around here. Not putting a price tag on it to sell. I guess I could do pickers math-
Picture- 1.00 at garage sale
Paint- 1.00 worth
Chalkboard- Priceless
Unless any of you want to buy it?
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