Let's talk about Saturday.
You couldn't resist buying some
old tat high quality merchandise from this excessively co-ordinated woman, could you?
Of course you couldn't.
And that'll be 20p to you, love.
Because I like you.
We just ooze glamour!
Tracey, Joanne and Karen.
My Jumble Sale Dream Team.
Clothing mountain, books and bric-a-brac.
The cafe detail, Andrea, Diana and Sue.
Vintage tablecloths on my washing line, all loaned to the cafe by moi.
All the scarves and pinnies were mine too.
I should set up a rental service.
Does this skirt look vaguely familiar?
Is it stalkerish that I bought the exact same skirt (albeit a slightly shorter version) when I saw it in a charity shop a while back?
And then nicked her styling of it with a stripey top and red shoes?
I prefer to call it a homage. Don't worry, Sarah, I won't go all Single White Female, promise!
Ballet's loss is the PTA's gain.
The jumble sale went well, it was nowhere near as busy as the last one in February so we didn't make as much money, but £760 for 2 hours' trading isn't too shabby.
Cashmere cardigan - jumble sale
1970s skirt, top, tights, shoes, belt bangles - charity shopped
Blue beads - gift from Liz
I bought various bits and pieces, mostly books and clothes for the kids, and snaffled possibly the only vintage items there...
... 5 Cherry B goblet glasses.
It was a set of 6, but one didn't make it home in one piece... Oops.
So now my back is aching from all the table-shifting and box/bag-carrying, but I am pleased the jumble was successful. I like doing them. No one haggled this time, no fights broke out, and the only irritant were the volunteers who didn't want to do the job they were allocated.
One said she didn't feel comfortable working in the cafe.
The first "reason" she gave was that she wasn't "dressed up." (I offered her the loan of a scarf and apron, as I had to everyone else who wanted them.) Next she said it tricky for her to make hot drinks for other people when she doesn't take milk in tea or coffee herself...
Customers poured their own milk, but never mind.
I have no problem with people expressing a preference, but 10 minutes before we start? For ridiculous pretend reasons? And leaving me to reshuffle other more amenable volunteers?
Yeah, thanks for that.
It's the pressure of responsibility. And having to deal with idiots. And donations of baggy old men's underpants. It's taken its toll.
How was your weekend?