Frankie says take a chill pill.

It's 9:30pm and I've been going at 'er since 9am.
I woke up early to go down to Shop #1 to steam clothing and reorganize for a few hours before opening store #2. I manned the antique shop all day and then came home and did laundry and dishes. The laundry was not folded with love but merely folded. It was very humid in Toronto today and I felt sticky throughout. Learning about small business: just when I think I have everything figured out and under control, the whole thing gets flipped upside down and everything changes. We are now on our own at the antique shop after a few months of sharing and I will also be re-taking over the middle space of my clothing store in September. I have much work to do stocking and organizing. Also, tons of little annoying bits like logo redesign and paper stuff. You must never get too comfortable in your small business because you can easily be on a fast train to Nowheresville. I have accepted now that things can never be "done." You just have to keep scaling the mountain and reinvest your time and energy back in. Laurel-resters need not apply. Each day is a joy though, and small successes are truly gratifying. Who am I , Tony freaking Robbins?!?! Next thing you know, I'll be teaching you how to purchase your own private island.

My winter time love to be.

Trying to numb my ice-coffee brain down by skimming through page upon page of black boots on Shopstyle. I'm looking for my Winter shoes, the ones I'll wear everyday for the entire season.
That's what I do- for summer I buy one pair of sandals and wear them down to a nub. It's cause I hate everything and it takes me a long time to find the right shoes, and when I find 'em, I love them to death. Oh, I have expensive tastes too. Wouldn't you know the ones I really want are like a thousand dollars? As if, I'm not made of money. If I had a thousand dollars extra I wouldn't spend it on shoes doy-yoy.

There's just certain things I can't pull off like masculine-y footwear, makes me look too "butch"
No:


Or anything with a Cuban heel or "cowboy feel"
No:

And I def don't do spike heels, I have better things to do than sit around all day on a stage like Oprah:

Just thought I'd drop by and melt your brain with nonsense,

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Feels like a million.

I promise, I'll write you soon. When it doesn't feel like Satan's giant blowdryer is blowing away my energy.....

)))))))))))New Antiques(((((((((((

Painted wood folk statue:






Mini milk glass:




Metal plant stand:

Folk mat:

Early bird cage:








Your new best friend:














Wood inlay wall piece:








Antique ribbon:











Display case:














"Lloyd Loom" clothes hamper:














Victorian wicker and wood chair:











Vintage collectible Halloween decorations:










Vintage "erotica":








A wooden portrait!










Woven umbrella holder:











Antique rake:














Wire food saver:








Color glass ware:









Quaker motto needlepoint:











Shark jaw:







Ship lamp:











Small West German pot:








White wooden chest- doors open to reveal 4 smaller drawers:











Wood kitchen table with collapsible middle leaf for extension:













Apple sauce maker and bookends:





"Lloyd Loom" bathroom basket:

Chip/Dip and oils set:

Wood and bone handle corkscrews:

"Motto Ware" art pottery:

40's plaster Snow White:

Glass cocktail shaker:
Glass lemonade set:

Wood cottage sign: