Crazy Girls and a Primitive Country Home
Over the years of many venues and creative outlets I have had the honor of calling the “Crazy Girls” my customers. They shopped with me in my tiny primitive country store in the middle of nowhere all the way to our last retail store in our town’s very busy shopping district.
Their visit to any of the stores was an adventure all on it’s own. Ever in search of the perfect pieces to accent her country home, “D” was constantly looking for treasure. “S,” I believe was simple the “getaway driver;” she spent more time telling me stories of their escapades than shopping. I say “getaway driver” because I always had the feeling some sort of authority would be would be showing up soon; the constable, a husband to take away the credit card, the troopers? They are just that type, trouble and adventure always find them! (I have to admit I’m jealous)
While “D” shopped “S” would always tell me of their latest adventure:
*Like the time they went on vacation and “D” died or so “S” thought.
*The time they went to lunch and the restaurant owner locked them in the dining room and proceeded to go into the kitchen and have it out with the cook. “S” says
“I thought we were dead……. or he was going to hit us…or we were going to have to cook!”
*The time they rescued a plastic garden gnome and took him out dancing for the night (maybe that wasn’t them…could it have been me?……nah!!!!!)
The “Crazy Girls” came to see us the other day to order some signs. We were very calmly drinking coffee chatting about our families and what we were up to. I made the mistake of telling them about the blog and how we plan on featuring different homes, stores, etc.
Before I knew what hit me I was being whisked away in the back seat of car no bigger then my a*&.
“S” is a cute little tiny thing no bigger than my left thigh, so the car is perfect for her, me~not so much!
Now I’ve known these girls for 10+ years but I do not REALLY know them, you know, like enough to be going to the middle of nowhere with. I’ve lived this area all my life and never have I been to the places they took me, talk about in the country ~WOW!
If I had the sense the good Lord gave a chicken I should have been nervous but I wasn’t : )
It was so cool to be able to see the goodies I sold over the years being put to use. To be hanging in someone’s home amongst their family photos, it’s really an honor to be part of their life.
Here are some of the treasures I found while being held captive:
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