Here I am!!!

 Have you guys watched DTF St.Louis? I binged it and can I just say it made me feel so many emotions at one time. It’s an emotional roller coaster of, ick, ahhhh, oh hell no! Sweet, weird!! and, just kill me now. I wish I could talk about it without spoiling it. I can’t unsee that show.

I accidentally had a bit of a meltdown at a charity resale store today….. the good news is that my husband had one before I did , which never happens but it made me feel better to know it…. So what happened to push my buttons? Seriously, this is a little embarrassing.

Now, I like this place, 6 years ago-ish I bought this 8 settings dish set from there. I could tell by feeling it that it was really nice. All these years later we have never unpacked them until my husband brought to the box in for me to go through…. You wanna know how fucking smart I am? Seeing it again and  it was still jaw a droppingly gorgeous, hand painted , heavy weight Queen. So I google Lens-ed one plate and….. you should sit down…. My set is painted by a famous artist, limited roll out, vintage, and $3500!!!!! I can’t use them! How can I use them? I’m just a wild little raccoon with little fingers that accidentally break the things!

Let’s get back on the train….. I needed red waxy candles to melt and stage these gothic framed prints yadayadayada…. I wasn’t looking for them there. I was looking for an old creepy book ( I ended up using a bible. I know, I’m in a hand basket) but I found this solid black creepy candle holder and a few other things…. The candles, like cheap ass red candles, weren’t priced so my assistant/husband we to ask how much they are and, stand back, the woman snagged them from his hands and told him that if they aren’t marked they can’t be sold. They could have someone come price them but she said absolutely not when he asked her to. No way. No how. Like, why are they on the fucking shelf? These aren’t gold, I just wanted to snag them because they are perfect for dripping and felt like good wax to work with and I wasn’t sure I’d find this perfect creepy red anywhere else. So he comes over to me and tells me the story, like she put her hands in him while ripping them out of his hand and in the crook of his arm.

I….. may have removed the stickers from my items…. After a couple of minutes of rolling the options around in my head…. Light the place on fire, ripping her throat out, kick boxing her amongst her face, killing her ( extreme), or do the Lords’s work, take the stickers off of my stuff, keep them in my cart, go up to the counter and in my nicest voice, all high pitched and like “Hi, I’m just a girl who is stupid” and asked “ hey, hi! Good day? Cool! Those red candles can I get those priced so I can buy them? That’d be so nice of you…” she dead ass looks me in the eye and says “ no.sticker. Not. for. sale.” Eyes rolled back so hard she saw last week…… have I mentioned that this is a charity for children? One that I have donated a shit ton of stuff to…”

Me: so you won’t sell me these candles for like a buck?

Her: Nooooooooo.

Me: because there’s no sticker?

Her: that’s what I said,,,

Me: ok cool, I unload like 10 items with no stickers… (because I’d taken them off, I had them so in case this went well then I’d put them back on) put them all along the check out counter and said, then I guess you can’t sell these either. 

Her: face is red! She goes, “ what ever” 

Me: this is a charity right? So fuck them kids, I guess.

Was it classy? Well, you know, sometimes there are days where you just want to punch everyone you see. That was my day today! Oops!

By the way, I found good waxy-melty candles at the white Christian nationalist Hobby Lobby ( is that extreme? Do you know that they won’t even sell Halloween decor there, so they don’t go to hell and all..)…. Sometimes you just got to cozy in up to the devil, ya know?

Song: Does anyone remember this song? Given to me once.

We Said Hello, Goodbye by Phill Collins 

Night luvs

Tracy