Better Christmas Shopper Than Seller

I have proclaimed before, that in the world of collecting,

enjoying,

and using things I find at flea markets and estate sales to add to my home and my life,

I am a better shopper than seller.

In the circuit of blogs I seem to frequent,

I may as well admit I don’t enjoy

wrapping gifts.

Oh.

I admitted that too…

At a recent market days, where my daughter Lauren and I were set up as vendors,

I certainly did more shopping than selling.

And, truth be told,

I never left our booth.

I just kept finding things that were hers and setting

them under the table,

to tally up later.

Since she had half a table full of silverplate,

including chafing dishes, a sugar and creamer, a gravy boat, and various Revere bowls,

I was doomed.

So throughout the day, as she sold and visited with customers,

I was transfixed by what she was selling.

And so I shopped.

My words , periodically used with our daughters on shopping trips,

“Can that be one of your Christmas gifts?”,

came back to haunt me.

So in settling up at the end of the day,

when I realized all I had done was shop,

I paid a partial bill,

and I now know what one of my Christmas gifts is.