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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

True Love, Gambling and other Tales

Wear Me Out Vintage Jewels: True Love, Gambling and other Tales



November 19, 2010 - 5:17pm

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the hell is that? Don't recognize her at all! Like the infamous reveal scene from the movie "China Town", my mother, my sister, my daughter. In a cruel and motorized manner, my mirror says, your mother, your father, your great, great, aunt Istabish at her worst caught in a Russian blizzard and wearing white way after labor day. I'll spare you the gory details, the steel trap wire growing out of my chin, the maps of many country's appearing on my skin. I live hard and recommend it. My single regret is not having slept with a plastic surgeon. What was I thinking?

These changes create some unexpected priority shifts. I had true love, the kind where you delight in just the thought of him. The kind that distracts you and disconnects you from the world on every level. The kind that leaves you sobbing at the hint of a ending. Knocks you off your tush and ultimately leads you to this sentence, If you lick my heart, you can taste the poison. Now, all I want is someone very old who, travels 360 days a year. They must be very near death, very wealthy and most important, my own independent excellent attorney to create a iron clad contract that I get it all. I think that's reasonable.

Until that fine day and regardless of who's staring back at me, I must work, which leads me to the gambling portion of our little seminar. I'm about to have my first vacation in over two years in the beginning of December. Of all things a birthday trip and I am heading to one of my favorite destinations, "The Las Vegas". I have a host there, not just any host, this is a man I have sat down with year after year and had many lengthy, endearing, empowering and enlightening conversations with. When I spot a rare kindred spirit it is easy to be a open book. I look forward to this upcoming chapter. Because I'm a gambler in every possible sense of the word when I get to go to The Las Vegas it is in great style. I will have a Jacuzzi suite and a limo driver who will be holding a large piece of cardboard with my name blaring from it when I deplane, he will wait for my heavy suitcase and lug it around. This by the way, is so much nicer then hailing a taxi at McCarran airport and being taken to your hotel via salt lake city for a unplanned Mormon tour.

I travel alone. I crave breathing in just myself, free of obligations and the parade of energy that seeps in from even those I love most, must from time to time, all be silenced. This is another thing I highly recommend and the added bonuses of not having to deal with, what do YOU feel like eating? Is worth the price of admission alone.

While I'm not going to work, Las Vegas and vintage Jewelry are a match made in heaven! There is no better place to wear your boldest and best treasures. I have sold the jewelry straight off my fingers hands and neck on several occasions. Once I didn't even make it off the flight there before what I was wearing was on someone else. Once I was seated next to a couple at a show who where dripping in large gorgeous pieces of south western gems and struck a deal with them for a nice discount on my own pieces all before the lights went down. Via Las Vegas!! If I need a separate suitcase for my Jewelry, so be it. The limo guy will carry it.

My looks may be fading, but so are my fears. I look forward even if my face doesn't follow. You always win by getting in the game. I will be happy to share how it went next month. Until then here's to great holiday sales. Wear your wonderful pieces, let them do the selling for you.

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Saturday, November 20, 2010

More waging Tales of Chester the "Good will ambassador" and most excellent salesman.

This is far from the first time my Chester, the very handsome, 120 pound Doberman, now teen angel, has lead me to cross bridges to people and events in profound ways. He has unknowingly been a conduit to several good deeds in his young life. Thus his earned title of "The good will ambassador". I confess he needs far more activity then I can normally provide and I'm always searching for creative ways to accomplish what is for me a daily physical challenge. Ball's a major deal. But even a dog needs some variety. When I'm really exhausted I pull out my ace in the hole. If I pretend to be excited and clap my hands and stomp the ground and say three magic words, "Run Forest Run", he will take off like a banshee. Circling the house, pretty much at the speed of light and I will have accomplished both minimum effort on my part and the creation of butter. When I really have to I break down and take him for a walk, always fabulous for him and always a sure visit to the chiropractor for me. Once he gets in a moving forward flow, I can walk him with one finger right at my side, however, it's that first block of pulling that's a killer.

I felt brave recently. I decided for a change of scenery we would walk Ventura Blvd. There was however not a single patch of grass. Just prop palm tree's in front of business's every few feet with a small pile of dirt. We'd been out for a while and would have a long car ride home. I stopped in front of one of them hoping somehow he would be enticed to put it politely "make water". I spoke words of encouragement. I performed pantomime. No dice. Unbeknownst to me a woman had been watching from her car. She got out and approached us saying if he had performed on cue, that really would have been something. I do find it fascinating that no one is ever afraid of Chester. She admired a necklace I was wearing. Of course I immediately whipped out a business card. We struck up a interesting conversation. I'll take small world for 100 Alex. We knew some people in common. Suddenly her body language physically changed and she asked did I know this specific person? I did indeed. Turned out she had lost touch with what used to be her best friend and had been trying to locate her. Well, she did. I have no idea why she was there that day or where she thought she was headed to before this fortuitous meeting. Two things, she called me a few days later to say thank you and she did buy a bunch of jewelry, including something special for her found friend. Also I learned Chester has the bladder of a camel, he waited for his own real patch of grass at home to finally relieve himself, no help from me what so ever was required.

This is how Chester came into my life. I dreamt and pined for what I knew would be the right animal to shift my life at a time shrouded in daily sadness. My closet friends had all died, just so out of order. Right in order, but never welcomed was My father's terminal illness. I has barely recovered from my Mother's bout with needing round the clock care. She got stronger, he got weaker and every day became a red alert.

I ached for something tangible that was full of life. having had many animals in the past I knew it was vital to find just the right one. I worried at first I would choose anything with fur. I soon discovered I was less desperate then that. Already a huge ray of hope set in. In my detailed search I came across a picture of the almost 2 months old Chester on line, then called "Lord". Bought by a young family at Christmas time who lived in a tiny Condo, they quickly realized this was not ideal for them. I was drawn to that picture, printed it out and looked at it everyday. I took a deep breath and made the call only to be told they decided to keep the puppy. I moved on with my search but just was not getting that special zing.

My dad was in hospice but able at that time to periodically still come home on the weekends. He loved dogs, but at this point thought it was a mistake, we had been animal free for over 2 years. I put the idea on the back burner. The next day I got a call from that family, was I still interested in the puppy? My Mom had to be on board, he would be my dog, but she would have to love him. In the most casual way possible, I asked her did she want to go see another puppy, they lived near by and if it wasn't right we would know and keep looking. When we arrived, I asked her to wait in the car. I walked in very calmly and was immediately attacked with puppy kisses. Remaining calm I sat on the floor and tested the puppy's intelligence, alertness, gate and every inch of his body including his teeth and romp. I walked away and called him and zoom he was right on my side. He was virtually ignoring any one else in the room. I knew with every inch of me I was looking at my dog. But! One more person had a vote. I put on my best poker face and asked my Mom to come meet the dog. I said nothing else. It took her about 2 minutes before she whispered in my ear, lets get him.

I felt the whole in my heart mending instantly. I started smiling that day and every single day since.

I didn't tell my dad, instead I called the hospice to make sure I could bring a puppy, I left out how huge he already was and knocked on my dad's door asking him did he want to meet his new grandson. He said, I knew you where going to do this! They had a very complex relationship. Chester was a non stop energy marathon, he often hurt my dad's frail skin just with a innocent how you doing paw. He also tore apart the carpets, the furniture, the door screens, ate the paint off the walls and frequently ingested remote controls, eye glasses, batteries, rocks and plants. I'd never seen anything like it.

Chester loved my dad and got excited every time he came home and when he could not we went to him. However, a few months later my dad was back in home hospice, they where doing there best to kill him by over medicating him, by the way, there really excellent at that, he was hallucinating from the medication, it was awful he was in a 24/7 bad dream. At one point I went in to see if I could help him at all. He thought he was in the other hospice, would not believe he was home and wanted to go home. No amount of logic from me could convince him he was. Finally he said, if I was home I would have my dog. Ah Hah! just the break I needed, I ran and got Chester and put his paws up on the bed so my dad could see him and feel him. It was the only thing that worked and he finally rested. Shortly after that we fired the home hospice workers and my dad recovered completely from there barbaric methods and went on to live in and out of hospital hospice care for nearly 2 more years. At the very end again it was Chester on his mind and in his heart. They where testing his remaining capacities and the Doctor came out and said, no I'm sorry he is rambling, he kept talking about his crazy dog who eats car seat belts.

Once I could really focus on what Chester needed most, discipline, exercise and most important of all a shift in my own energy. He became the teen angel he is today. He still is non stop energy, but he is the most loving and lovable dog I have ever known. Our connection is intense and as I said earlier this was not the first time he lead me to cross bridges to people and events in a profound way. I'm fairly certain it won't be the last. Also not the first time his presence has bought in sales earning him yet another title of most excellent salesman.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


Wear Me Out Vintage Jewels: CUTTING TO THE CHASE - What's your best Price?

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September 10, 2010 - 3:42pm

Children and dogs know who you are in a instant, they don't care how your packaged, they respond to your energy. It's the grown up people who are often impossible to read. As sellers, your questions, are monumentally important to us. We will stop all of life's normal functioning just to answer you. Food will burn on stoves. Hair color will drip. Innocent by standers will be told to zip it. Recently, I ignored my 120 pound Doberman puppy Chester, better known now as, "the good will ambassador" to the point where when I later went to pet him, he demanded to see I.D.

Lately there has been a distinct sound similar to that of a time bomb, either that or I'm getting messages straight from emergency room workers pagers. The mail reads like this, What is your best price? No hello, how are you, have a banana, lovely item. Some might find this cutting to the chase refreshing. Personally it reminds me of a construction workers cat call. There is a live human or in my case barely alive, now very hunger, with over processed roots, alienated family members and regressing pet on the other end of that mail. I don't need dinner and a movie, however a quick, hey there, is more helpful then you know.

I will freely admit years ago while in the mist of a fabulous sales blitz and equally depleted electro lights to match. I made the mistake of saying what I was thinking out loud. The answer to the potential buyers question was clearly in the description. My response was, put your glasses on! Frankly, a affectionate phase shared among close friends as a catch all for our ever increasing, even in our thirty's, senior moments. There was not just one, but five ranting emails that followed. I had to call in the spam police. As prior articles have proven, not every one gets my humor. For those who do, please read on.

It got me wondering if maybe this Evelyn wood short hand style of communication might actually work out well in other area's of life that eat into our precious time. For instance if you've ever had to negotiate with a new cable carrier, pretty much by hour five you find yourself agreeing that not paying for 500 repeating channels, 450 of which are in languages you have yet to conquer, would indeed be a crime against humanity. If we could just use the unsettling yet time efficient, "What's your best price?" The conversation could clip along. So for 39.99 I get the actually cable cord to hold and for just 120 more then I'm expecting, you will plug it in and I can watch Television how you dictate for the next two years. Why Yes Ma'm, that's exactly right, but don't forget we also include in this offer an exciting game called, We reserve the right to raise our prices at any time, for any reason and dare you to try and do a thing about it. Well then, said, sold and done and all with time left over to say to our spouse, magic's gone, love you, mean it, see ya!

Some might say, it's Just business, not personal. Most of us have made our commitment here on Ruby Lane and Ruby Plaza because it's centered on building great relationships. What other market place would find you carving out life long bonds with your competitors? A buyer called me, I happened to be on a rare brief vacation but figured it was important, she wanted to let me know a event was made from a bracelet she purchased. She had found one just like it at a flea market, she has two daughters and gave it to the older girl. The younger sister clearly admired it. So my buyer set about a literal world wide internet search for this extremely rare and unusual piece, she couldn't believe I had it and she found me. They got to surprise and delight the other daughter. That's a true example of what happens here in various forms, all the time. This is indeed one of the last places left to do just that. I say good business is very personal. I don't mind if you need to cut to the chase, but when you can take a minute and share yourself now that's priceless.

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Monday, September 6, 2010

If it's not one thing it's your Mother or why am I so drawn to shiny objects?

If it's not one thing it's your Mother or why am I so drawn to shiny objects?

Recently wrote the father knows less article and felt unbelievable pressure to give equal time to my Mom. Why? Because she's pressuring me.

Was thinking about what creates our strong pulls towards what floats our boats. Why am I obsessed with Vintage jewelry and all things Deco. My environment is filled with pictures from the 20's . My furniture is art deco Blonde wood with Bakelite handles and on top of those lovely pieces are yet more lovely vintage perfume bottles and art deco figurines and don’t get me started on the flamingo invasion that began years ago. Inside those drawers are mountains of glorious vintage Jewelry pieces. Do you remember the late show era? Relax, enjoy a snack and watch the late show. Well forget the snack, I was mesmerized by the Jewelry. I now own some of those phenomenal Bracelets, brooches and necklaces that left me breathless even in black and white. On the likes of Harlow, Lombard, Lloyd, Davis, Monroe and yes even Doris Day.

But why? Through the years I have solved a few of the mysteries to my subconscious addiction. When I was a little girl, my Mom had a colored glass bottle collection they adorned a glass bay window, that window was my safe place to view the little block and dream much bigger then my eye line could take me. She also began bringing me home tiny glass animal figures. Lovely and left behind with childhood or so I thought. It wasn't until my oldest brother, a otherwise manly man began collecting glass art work and I began buying him one special piece for each Birthday and holiday that it dawned on me how powerful a imprint those inexpensive glass bottle cheering up my Mom's world truly where.

In my father knows less article I shared how my dad received jewelry from his client for his wife. My Mom still has some of those pieces and just as you try on your Mom's high heels, playing innocent dress up as a girl, my Mom's where fierce. You may not realize how strongly your being suited up in her essence and suddenly find yourself wondering why in the world am I buying a pelican with a egg face?

Maybe it was your grandmothers signature perfume locket whose scent could knock you into next Tuesday that now has you seeking art Nourvou lockets.

Not that long ago my family sat down together and watched some amazing home movies and suddenly there it all was in my parents first apartment that I could not have possible remembered as I was not yet born. The art deco lamps, furniture, wall paper, rugs, and chackes. What else would a poor house hold with a young couple just starting out with loans of furnishings from there parents look like in the early 50's? But I saw those home movies from time to time and it managed to seep deep inside my cortex and influence what comforts me to be amongst.

Might be fun and possible even healing if you stop and think the next time you find yourself shopping hopefully here on Ruby Lane what and or who is really behind your choices.

Father Knows Less

My father who recently passed away had the soul of a true artist with price value issues to match. He owned a beauty salon in the late 50's. Not exactly what he was born for as he really hated subjects that centered around feelings and he was surrounded by women. Some would say, "Can't always get what you want, but you get what you need" theory applies. Instead of tips during the holidays he would receive unbelievable pieces of Jewelry from his clients for his wife. Thus began my fatal attraction and set off my inner "oh my god this is beautiful" meter concerning a vast array of gorgeous jewelry pieces.

My dad considered these sterling rhinestone gemstone trinkets as cheap paste costume jewelry. Being a depression child he wouldn't throw out a candy wrapper, and had a garage stuffed to the gills as proof, so even though he thought it was junk, it was now his junk forever.

When I began in jewelry first crafting it in the 70's, then collecting it, by the way, at a time when you could indeed walk into a thrift store and buy once again what was considered junk by the bagful for $2.00. He deeply respected my craftsmanship, he could work with any material on earth and create a thing of beauty, from clay to water colors, he could also pick up any musical instrument and play it by ear. Like I said, a true artist soul! But when it came to those bags of jewelry he thought it was a waste of money.

When I started selling on line about 8 years ago he just couldn't believe anyone would part with their hard earned dollars for what he deemed "that crap". As my business grew and eventually became very lucrative his negative response became my good luck charm. I'd say I'm going to price this at so and so, which was met with an immediate What? from him. That's how I knew I was on the right path!

He was very ill these last years where in hospice, where he was slated to die every 2 weeks for 2 years, the only dancing, daily food complaining, hospice patient in history. Even then when he would call me to check in, I would get a sale shortly afterward. A couple of months ago I was missing him terribly - who wouldn't! I was frustrated with slow sales and said "come on Dad help me out here" and I swear this is true 3 hours later I had the biggest sale I have ever had before or since. I thanked him and knew he was thinking that buyer must be on crack.

Besides loving to talk about my Dad. I hope this resonates with all who adore and admirer beautiful pieces of old. Having been a designer myself, I always felt that my time and talents where worth every nickel and then some. I will pay crazy high prices for something that makes me purr just by looking at it.

The right pair of eyes is all that ever matters. Use your nay Sayers as your sure guide to success.

Shari Basoff


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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Vintage Shari Jewelry sales and life Tales: Your only as good as your last Picture

Vintage Shari Jewelry sales and life Tales: Your only as good as your last Picture


Your only as good as your last Picture

Your only as good as your last Picture

If your looking for lighting tips this is the wrong blog. I want to address what happens when you write a humorous inoffensive light hearted blog and the shock of waking up the undead from a sound slumber. There's a small scene in the movie with Cher called Moonstruck where the very elderly grandfather is holding his head and crying, when asked, what's wrong? He simply say's, I'm so confused. While the article was applauded by the publisher and received over 80 comments in appreciation, some public, some private. All saying liked it, was funny and thanks for the putting a smile on my face. It was, after all, written tongue in cheek. Written to alleviate in some small way the world wide brochure that secretly went out sometime in June stating, all people, everywhere, will cease and desist any and all purchasing or even thoughts of purchasing Vintage jewelry and collectables.

Never being one to need the reflection from someone else's sunglasses to see who I am, I must admit to finding it intriguing. While my focus was on the many who get it and deeply appreciating those who take time to even say something as powerful as, it made my day. The scary thing was how much the happy pants comment people wouldn't let it go. If someone else said, hey I liked it, they turned on those people. It was worse then the on going controversy over the right direction for toilet paper placement. It was like a political rally over nothing. Oh wait, that's what they always are. It's a good thing I have thick although lately very dry skin.

I sell jewelry, beautiful pieces of the past. I can tell you there are just so many ways you can talk about said jewelry, before you'd, really, rather not ever talk about it again. Fortunately I happen to know a great deal about what I sell, but not everyone wants to read the manual. Some people want to just turn a thing on or tune a thing in and enjoy it. So to the undead, I say, while your up, live a little.

That same day turned out to be most golden filled with normally rushed by gifts of the simple things that make life shine. A unexpected invitation to a neighbors birthday party across the street for her nine year old girl. All four girls I wrote about in my "How to succeed in business with out really crying" article where there, one more adorable then the next. After 30 years here I finally have fabulous neighbors. When I left the day was still exquisite, so I pulled up a chair on my front lawn and pitched ball with my good will ambassador Chester. My Mom joined in. I spoke on the cell for some long over due catching up with a cousin and a brother. All the while making sure to keep Chester active. I drank espresso so I could continue to keep Chester active. I focused on what I have, right here, right now. I loved being in my skin, no matter how much moisturizer it needs. I looked forward. I'm still facing in that direction and hoping to take those who enjoy these life tales along.

The good will ambassador enjoying the Golden day

Vintage Shari

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

" I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it."

To quote myself, "here we are in the dustbowl of online sales, better known as summer". Things are still slower then my Mother trying to tell what is was she just watched on TV. That's the adult version of go fish. Who where the actors? Pick another card! What was the show about? Ahh, this guy called something, told this other guy about a thing, by the way, we have that thing in the garage. It's round and sort of a blue color.

I've compiled a light hearted list of the top ten things not to do in these trying times. Things will get better, but until they do---

DON’T go super bargain hunting on eBay, that lot you just stole for 49 cents and 50 dollar shipping with the fuzzy pictures, oh, I think that round thing might be a rare Miriam Haskell and one line description NICE, is going to make you wish you jumped in the car and headed for the nearest Indian casino instead.

DON'T Jump in the car and head for the nearest Indian casino.

DON'T have an in depth conversation with the grocery store clerk about business, because they asked, How's it going? They meant, hey human entity, I'm politely acknowledging your existence right now. That sad slightly inebriated looking man clutching a melting cherry popsicle bar behind you, really needs to get home.

DON'T assume he's drunk, he has probably fallen into a diabetic coma waiting for you to stop complaining.

DON'T have a ninety percent off sale, what will you have left to dust?

DON'T tell your best friend you have the perfect necklace for her outfit then present her with a invoice.

DON'T stare at your computer trying to call up the spirit of Carlos Slim Helu. All I got was a eye migraine.

DON'T try to get Carlos Slim Helu's private phone number. All I got was a injunction.

DON'T worry so much about your mounting bills, if you’re a rare blood type, you'll always get a gig.

DON'T give up! Just today I had an offer, nothing to do with Jewelry, but was great to know, I still got it.

Do keep your spirits up. Before you blink it will be the holidays. Here's to the inevitable return of better days.

Vintage Shari


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Friday, July 23, 2010

This is one of my favorite articles I wrote for Note from the lane called "How to succeed in Business with out really crying"

How to succeed in business with out really crying

Well, here we are in the dust bowl of online sales, better known as summer. This one is no ordinary expected ebb and flow. Even my 84-year-old Mom has seen more action then my stores these past few weeks and she's a widow. Unlike other venues I have taken note through the years that the one thing you can count on concerning peaks and valleys with Jewelry and collectibles is it's sheer unpredictability. I recently became friendly with another wonderful Ruby Lane shop owner. I'm becoming increasingly convinced most of us land here because we don't just dance to a different drummer, we invent previously unacknowledged beats. She revealed that not only does she talk to her inanimate collectibles, but that they talk back. I asked her to try and casually steer the conversations to stock tips. You know, lovely pink dress Mrs. Beasley, where do you stand on annuities. Oddly, I have not received any further correspondence on the matter. But I'm for it. I think it's not that far from the right idea.

So, for those of us who have not yet learned how to commune with our Formica tables, and most especially those of us who forged ahead on blind faith and opened yet a second store on Ruby Plaza with visions of train tracks and a old guy twisting his mustache demanding rent, how do we keep our spirits up? The answer lies in letting go and I don't mean giving your stock away. There is a panic in the air, sellers are slashing prices to such an extreme, instead of the usual take this percentage off, they might as well call it, My life is on fire sale.

Here's something of interest that happened to me in the past week concerning this drought. For the first time in nearly ten years, I was not looking forward to turning on my computer, day after day of disappointment. Finally I decided to do something else. I took my now outweighing me Dobie for a walk. Bare with me there is a point. I knocked on a neighbors door whose two little girls love my dog to say Howdy. They asked to come to my house to play with the dog. While we where doing that my neighbors directly across the streets two little girls came out. Incredible in over a year these 4 little girls had never met, so I walked the girls over to meet them and their Mom and then with my Dobie in tow we all walked the short two houses down and the two Mom's met. Within ten minutes the girls where the best of friends and this long summer became much more entertaining. One family has a play house, the other a big pool. Every day the Mom's now each take all the kids for two hours, giving the other one a chance to be in her kid free zone. So, what you may ask has that got to do with slow sales. Check this out! The Mom directly across from me said she was a hairdresser and the next day, I rolled out of bed and walked the 6 feet to a banging haircut. During which time it turns out my neighbor is not just a hairdresser but a stylist on movies. What do movies need? Very often Vintage Jewelry. Sometimes they even rent it and now my stores have made there hit list.

You may not have a pet to walk or a magic teapot that whistles your next steps like a navigating system. But you get the idea. Let go again. There's always a way to reinvent. The thing about what we sell is nobody needs it to live and yet people always find a way to have the things that bring them joy to touch or feel or look at. What is ever the reason in good times or bad for buying, if not that most of all. Just keep punching holes when you find yourself boxed in.

Vintage Shari

P.S. Do I have the worlds greatest dog or what!

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

When five minutes turns into the next century your either on line at the DMV or trying to create your own blog site

I was amused to learn several years ago that I had a previously unrealized knack concerning most things technical. Right brained and proud of it. Very comfortable creating with my hands, sensitive to my surroundings and a good eye for color. A strong intuition that I trust completely. Like my Dad before me innately musical. I was a professionally singer, self taught in all of my interests.

Then the computer came along and I was fascinated to take to it so quickly, in fact, I loved it, I could even repair it and open the guts to add yet more conveniences. Same with my camera's and if I ever left my home I'm fairly certain a navigational system would knock the poodle right off my skirt. I have set up not one, but seven online stores, just sailed through. BUT! setting up this blog page was like rowing in the sand. It took so long I swear I saw the time machines imprinted grooves in the carpet. I watched as ape grew into man before my very eyes. I ignored my 120 pound Doberman Chester better known now as, "the good will ambassador" to the point where, this afternoon when I went to pet him, he demanded to see I.D.

Finally tonight it is coming into focus and already beginning to feel a bit like, well of course, that's how you do this. That may be part delirium from the 6 minutes of sleep I snuck in the past 48 hours. But I'm pleased with the site. Think it looks pretty good and I'm glad I rethought hunting down something smaller then me to vent on. I look forward to both writing away and flooding you with yet more beautiful pieces of jewelry you didn't know you couldn't live with out.

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A funny thing happened on the way to my shop

Having been at this on line selling for many moons, I have all the usual suspect stories, from non payers, how do so many dogs eat all that homework? To offers of nearly 80 percent less, that leap should be a Olympic event. My favorite in this vein are the ones where you receive detailed instructions on how to run your business, one was so intriguing, such a self proclaimed authority, I just had to do some Sherlock Holmes work, the path took me to there business address, as I sell vintage jewelry you can image my surprise when it read house hold cleaning supplies. I guess carpets are more similar to Bracelets then any of us would have ever guessed.

But what I really want to discuss is the mind boggling ways having a simple store filled with what you love can and does change Life's. There are the heart felt mails of appreciation for a job well done. There are mails where people express a feeling of completion, there Mother or grandmother wore that necklace. They have searched for years for pieces that make them feel re connected. Already you've done more then sell a trinket.

Then there's the Major cord, these are notes that stay with you a lifetime. Someone you have never met and never would have, where it not for your shop. You sense something bigger in common then your lust for shiny things of old. You begin conversations with people who are older then you, younger then you, perhaps live in another country altogether or even in your own country in a part of the planet you secretly didn't consider being a legitimist state or at least so under populated to the point of being skipped by the census burrow. You know, Ok, Henry, count the duck and that guy with the red shoe and lets move on to a town with running water. Your world gets much bigger and the wild thing is even in the Quacking state, you find, you have, an amazing amount in common.

Here's the one thing you would have never dreamed of, that a pair of earrings would lead you to open your heart and mind and reach across the miles and your words would save someone's life. Someone I was very fond of and in my bull in a china shop gentle way pushed to get the medical attention they deserved recently made public they wouldn't be here right now had I not done so. It's what made me write this article.

I adore that I get to sell what I love and ask that the next time you feel aggravated with a buyer or a seller and you will or frustrated with sales and you will, that you might remember the potential that goes so beyond your original goal.

Shari Basoff



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