Be Still My Beating Heart...I've Hit The Motherlode

It's every seamstress and hobbyist's dream. It's the motherlode. It's the buried treasure. It's the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It's also top-secret. Don't even try to weasel the location of this treasure out of me. My lips are sealed. You could ram 10 inch bamboo shoots under my nails and I'm not talking. Except to gloat a little about this....

DH and I went on a ride to a never-to-be-named community to look at a used truck. Of course, this is not my idea of an exciting afternoon so I rambled over to a storefront with a ratty hand-painted "flea market" sign out front. It did NOT look promising. Nothing but tires in the windows. But I'm bored and it's the only shopping making itself known at the moment. I wander in and find two guys in their twenties guarding a pile of stinky tires and some used furniture. A quick glance tells me that I'm better off in the car reading the owner's manual out of the glovebox. But I spot a door in the back and ask if that's a work area or open to the public. He shrugs and says "go ahead, have a look". So I amble on back and find...(PREPARE TO BE DEEPLY COVETEOUS)...

That these two young men have evidently bought out the remains of a craft and sewing store. Nothing has been priced or processed yet. But we're talking hundreds and hundreds of patterns, threads, buttons, piping, zippers, interfacing, fabric, vintage lace and trims, jewelry makings, charms, scrapbooking supplies, rubber stamps, ink pads, ironing aids, fabric paints, too much to mention. Plus hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of sewing, craft, and home decor books. I could hardly breathe.

I amble back out to the front desk and casually ask how pricing works, hoping desperately that he does not see the mad glint of gold fever in my eyes. He says they'll probably ask 50% of retail, but they don't really know what most of that stuff is or what it's worth. I ask if they might be willing to consider a flat price if I were willing to buy in a larger quantity. "Yeah," he says, "We dont' really have much use for that stuff and we're hoping the right person will just come along and take it off our hands." I try not to faint, shrug and reply "well, maybe I'll come back when I have more time to look around. My husband was just looking at a truck."

I'm not done yet....

Turns out they also own the car lot that Dh is perusing. Turns out that DH offers them a certain price for the truck on the condition that the wife gets to load up the bed with whatever "sewing garbage" she wants. I'm hyperventilating now and making mental note that Dh needs to be rewarded in a big way. The man just earned major credits on the marital spreadsheet. I'm now waiting on pins and needles to see if they'll accept DH's offer. They said they'd think about it and call.

I'm not done yet....

DH says that even if they turn down the His and Her Truck and Goodies Offer, we'll go back and negotiate on the craft inventory. Swooning with delight. The most brilliant thing I've ever done was snag that man!

Okay I'm done. You can hate me now...

Charity