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If you love Jewelry and a humorous slant on life in general, please do join my blog.Vintage Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278480558918473344noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310847000377367219.post-11421396250646617082012-04-10T15:59:00.001-07:002012-04-10T15:59:35.795-07:00"Since the dawn of time putting a price to art has been a conundrum" | Notes From the Lane<a href="http://blog.rubylane.com/Since-the-dawn-of-time-putting-a-price-to-art-has-been-a-conundrum#.T4S7NuoQipw.blogger">"Since the dawn of time putting a price to art has been a conundrum" | Notes From the Lane</a>Vintage Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278480558918473344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310847000377367219.post-23119234511620130202011-12-16T17:14:00.000-08:002011-12-16T17:14:31.414-08:00The Missing Link and other Evolutionary Tales | Notes From the Lane<a href="http://blog.rubylane.com/the+missing+link+and+other+evolutionary+tales#.Tuvs2QYeymY.blogger">The Missing Link and other Evolutionary Tales Notes From the Lane</a>Vintage Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278480558918473344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310847000377367219.post-86253119013872932222011-09-14T04:44:00.000-07:002011-09-14T04:44:55.515-07:00Life Is Too Short To Only Order from Column A | Notes From the Lane<a href="http://blog.rubylane.com/Life-Is-Too-Short-To-Only-Order-from-Column-A#.TnCTj5WMpF4.blogger">Life Is Too Short To Only Order from Column A Notes From the Lane</a>Vintage Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278480558918473344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310847000377367219.post-20656489851960714862011-08-08T16:05:00.000-07:002011-08-08T16:05:51.536-07:00Blog for Notes from the Lane" Selective Memory's"<br />
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Sometimes my Mom now hanging well over the cliff of 80 does not remember what she just walked into a room for and that’s on a good day when she can actually walk. Recently I went after a very rare and expensive sterling silver rhinestone dagger sword Brooch by Olle Ohlsson of Sweden. Before I listed it in my shop as I do with all the better pieces that thrill me, I share them with her first. Dangerous as I never know when she’ll say either she must have it or I should not sell it. This time as she held it, by the way, a moment I always stop breathing as for some unknown reason precious metals and 100 year old pieces held in her magic hands seem to be drawn into some secret vortex and they leap away from her crashing to the floor trying to find the black hole. It set off a story. A long story. A story that concerned me to the point where I thought ok really time to hide the car keys. Yes she still drives when she can walk. Bet that alone scares you. I say one less driving Miss daisy trip for me is most excellent. A past eighty year old woman does not have a teenage daughter and frankly I’m so exhausted I no longer care about your safety. I’ll give you this be extra careful if you find yourself on the road next to a royal blue Toyota with opera blaring from the radio.<br />
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The story went like this. Seems when my mom was in her early twenty’s and never one to miss a golden opportunity to remind her grown children how she had to work since she was a fetus. She had big dreams of carrying off her own unique style and did whatever she had to in order to achieve the look that made the statement she was after that she was her own independent person. This was particularly confusing to me as a few years back we had a argument about children being forced to wear uniforms in school, she was for it and I will never be. Also I wondered, anything? Visions of late night escapades with Billie Holiday rushed threw my head. This time she was after two specific must have’s. The first was a pair of slacks hand made for her by a tailor. Since my grandfather was indeed a tailor I assumed she meant he would make the slacks. A loud no to that. Didn’t I understand she was a independent woman, why would she ask her father. Why won’t I let her finish the story! Now I’m trying to remember the signs of a stroke, should I ask her to stick her tongue out and see if it goes to the side. She continues a pair of hand made slacks and a sterling sword brooch but not like the one I’m showing her, it had chains and a sheath that you pinned in two parts. Apparently she worked from dusk till dawn for 200 days in a row, never once stopping to eat or even pee and she reached her goal of obtaining the sword Brooch and slacks not made by her father.<br />
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Well honestly I had serious doubts. How would I have never seen this sword brooch or ever heard about it till now. Maybe the Olle Ohlsson sword she was crushing in her delicate little hands had some poppy seed remnants that went straight through her skin and set off this imaginary story. I tried to put it behind me but it kept rearing up in my head. Days later it dawned on me. I had sold a Urie mandle made by Murray slater sterling chatelaine with removable sword from it’s scabbard brooch a couple of years back in my shop. I excitedly pulled up a picture of it for her to see thinking she had held it in here gentle vice grip little hands years ago when I had to have shown it to her and that’s the sword she must be thinking of and confused about. A ear shattering no to that and see if I ever share with you again, where’s my car keys, I need to see if the guys behind the trash cans are carrying today.<br />
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Weeks passed and I couldn’t shake the story. It had always been my dad with the wild imagination this was not like her. Although clearly at this point and not for nothing even if she was a heroin hooker, I’m good with that, just shaken to be left out of all that adventure till now. I couldn’t sleep. I started pouring through thousands of old photograph. Holy cow I said to no one as I was alone. There it is! I found the photo at the top of this page it was a old four by six inch. I saw something on that blouse and kept blowing it up until I could finally make out the outline of that brooch. It was all true. She had slaved to save the money for both the brooch and the hand made favorite slacks also in this same photo included at the end of this story. She did fail to recognize it was indeed just like the one I had sold, the urie mandel patent to the left of the top photo makes that clearer. She had seen that one but selective memory set in. Actually not bad for eighty’s.<br />
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I waited for a special occasion and with the rest of the family present I gave her what I lovingly call the I guess your not nuts after all gift of a series of the photo from it’s original form to blown up as far as I could take it. It truly made her day and put a most welcomed smile on her face. Hope this little story puts a little smile on your face and maybe reminds you of your own selective memory’s when a piece of jewelry or fashion meant so much to you, even if for the life of you, you don’t know what in the world happened to it.<br />
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When you’re a kid you can’t wait for summer. Sleeping in, days of long light, catching a wave at the beach, ice cream trucks to rush out to. When you’re a on line shop owner your still sleeping in, only now it’s to avoid turning on your computer. Those days of light turn into the long journey till Fall and coming up with creative ways to fill your formally busy working hours. Catching a wave might would be nice. Catching a break would be better. Chances are if you spot a woman in her fifty’s chasing a ice cream truck in the next few months she sells online, if she’s also covered in rhinestone bracelets and a diamond tiara it’s probably me. <br />
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The end of May had me subconsciously humming “I wish that I had Jessie's Girl” and I knew with 100 percent confidence I was, “The woman like that”. By June 3rd it was “Old man River”. Yes I even changed genders. While I have a high stress level I do believe my rubber band has snapped. The good news is after the Ruby Lane and Plaza shops where revamped my traffic increased immediately. The bad news is most of those new visitors are coming suited up in coats of armor, yielding swords and ready to battle. I don’t think these people where burned on sites like eBay. I think they where roasted to a crisp. I’ll take trepidation for a 100 Alex. There’s no other worldly explanation for the sheer tone of panic and distrust I’m receiving in my emails.<br />
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In a word it is Exhausting. Last month I saved a phone message from a buyer whose tears of joy over a purchase in my lane shop for something she had lost that her mother had given her and searched for months to replace only to find it in my shop and have it be exactly as she had hoped, had me over the moon happy. This month I’m replaying it over and over again as if we just broke up and I need to hang on to the good times. While this to shall pass and you unlike myself might not be terminally menopausal. You may be experiencing some of these same concerns.<br />
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I think it will be this way for a while on Ruby Plaza with some trickle down effect to Ruby Lane. Having put over three years of twelve hours plus a day total commitment to having my lane shop be everything I dreamed of a with beautiful carefully selected pieces of quality, show cased in a elegant manner and devoted to customer service, it does bother me that the shops effect each other. However, this also eventually should work to our benefits. Think we have to be prepared for the unexpected onslaught of doubt from buyers that are still trying to figure out what in the world plaza is about. <br />
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Between the summer time drought, the only thing, by the way, drier then my skin these days and the added pressure of shell shocked new visitors. One woman had so many questions over a relatively small purchase, I was surprised she didn’t ask me to provide a DNA sample. It’s easy to get distracted from your intent. Do I hear a ice cream truck? No, sorry just a kid’s bicycle bell. While it’s important to enjoy every single day in every way you can. Summers a brief few months and before you know it we will all be Jessie’s girl again.<br />
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A couple of weeks ago I did what I pretty much do everyday. After inhaling some very strong first of the day coffee for me that’s around noon. I dragged myself kicking and screaming into my office. I’m a tough boss to work for relentless and demanding. From my mattress to the office is a grueling 30 second commute. It’s no wonder I arrive in such a bad mood. My work attire consists of whatever over sized T shirt or form of pajama’s I have slept in and if it’s cold a sweat shirt jacket. I turned on the phone and computer checking for shop sales. Nothing much going on. Even the brief 5 minutes has set off my new unwelcomed shoulder issues, they are a hot rod of droning pain. I am now to put it politely so freaken Cranky.<br />
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Just then the cell phone rang it’s so loud and the incoming song is set to “And I am telling you” from dream girls. I curse myself for that choice and both begrudgingly and barely in full human vocal range ick out a weak hello. A strong hyper voice is on the other end, she’s back east and has had many coffee’s. I miss the beginning of her introduction and catch the words production company or assistant and there’s a locket in your shop that we have questions about before purchasing. I’m begging my brain cells to kick in while I’m looking up the item number, I promise them they can enjoy a big mush party as soon as the call is done. That however was not to be in the cards. I find the item and here comes the question, by the way this is a 100 percent true story. Can I ship it overnight fed ex for a funeral the next morning? I couldn’t help but visualize some poor dead person’s finishing touches being my pretty locket. As I had yet to even clearly establish who I was talking to thought it best not to go there. Instead I tried to focus on the fed ex problem. I don’t offer it as part of my shipping choices. They have there own account but I have honestly never even been to fed ex. I ask can I get right back to her. I want to call said fed ex and understand what I would be getting into. <br />
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I scramble to find Fed Ex info on the pc. Call the closest one. Did you know they won’t even give you a rate over the phone? They have a special dedicated number if you actually would like to know the closely guarded secret of how much does this dam thing cost! I call that number as fast as possible, the dead person’s not getting any younger! My head is now throbbing. I get a great clerk who is extremely helpful. I can’t help but blurt out it’s for a funeral tomorrow morning. There is a brief pause and then laughter and oh, thank god. Like being in church during a serious sermon both the clerk and I have lost it and no matter how hard we try can not make it unfunny. The cost is not in any way amusing over seventy dollars. I know they have a account and now know what that means, as in there account is charged. I know they need it that fast but can’t help being bothered by it.<br />
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I call her back explain the rates and try to minimize my concern about zooming it over to fed ex to which even I would not go in my currant state of dress. A wardrobe change would be required. Also the shoulder pain now has me in a vice grip. I’m not Charley Sheen, can’t pop a few Demerol and hop in the car. Wait there’s more, it has to go to New Orleans and not to there address in New York. Now I’m visualizing a crowd of people in ghost costumes playing “and when the saints come marching in” but stopping in there tracks to admirer the locket. <br />
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I finally ask her out loud about the Lockets destination even she laughs. Then she says something that snaps me straight into wonder woman mode. The locket is for a little girl who must go to the funeral. Everything changed in that moment. My relentless and demanding boss has never come in so handy. She makes the purchase and gets me all the right info. I print it with my hand waiting to snatch it so I can fly out the door. My pain is told to zip it and next thing I know it is signed sealed and oh please get delivered in time.<br />
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I keep her informed, sent the tracking and sincere condolences to this family. Also feel it’s important to let her know what a great job she’s doing and hope that is appreciated. Remember I didn’t catch what company this was for. Only my oldest friends know how much like me that is. Years ago a famous director who I only knew by his nick name would flirt with me at a very Hollywood hang and while I found him unbelievably interesting to talk to, was not only, not attracted to, but it flew over my head he was even interested beyond clever conversation. No, I stuck with the balding guy with his finger up his butt and virtually no sense of humor, why have a great life with a man when you can spin your wheels trying to save some shmuck! Ah, ok back to this day.<br />
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The person who put this all in motion is indeed very famous and I most certainly will not name them. However I was informed that they Love Ruby Lane and are frequent shoppers there. There also someone I thought might get a kick out of my blogs for Notes from the Lane and being older, wiser and in a shmuck free zone I did send one. Making this even more special for me then it became the second I knew it was for a young girl, was being told there team selected several Lockets from Lane and sent the photos to the family and mine was selected.<br />
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It arrived as promised and I received another e mail of thanks and appreciation. Talk about how crucial it is to get out of your own way. Now, whenever I find myself caught up in ageing issues or life gets thick. I can call up what it felt like to push past myself and the sheer joy of being some small part of a bigger cog that helped to bring a young lady comfort at a difficult time.<br />
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By nature vintage jewelry and collectables connect us to our past. I started selling Vintage jewelry because of my own strong sense of identifying with my relatives, some of which had such incredible bad taste. I almost had no choice but to figure out how to get rid of that stuff. Years ago I took the profits of one persons junk, another’s treasure and began investing in pieces I loved. Now I have thousands of beautiful pieces and shops on Lane and plaza which clearly is the very right place to be. While it’s not the first time a buyer has been so deeply effected and took the time to send wonderful e mail about it. Not even the first time I felt grateful. It is the first time I knew in my bones, be them aching or not, how much we are all the same at our core. When we get out of our own ways and allow the message in. We can put even the most complicated puzzles together. Some part of us is all that little girl who needs a string of open hearts to create a small quester that takes us through to a place of comfort.<br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I felt the whole in my heart mending instantly. I started smiling that day and every single day since.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.Vintage Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278480558918473344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310847000377367219.post-12797236822021898692010-09-18T18:58:00.000-07:002010-09-18T18:58:18.447-07:00CUTTING TO THE CHASEWear Me Out Vintage Jewels: CUTTING TO THE CHASE - What's your best Price? <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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Recently wrote the father knows less article and felt unbelievable pressure to give equal time to my Mom. Why? Because she's pressuring me.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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DON'T stare at your computer trying to call up the spirit of Carlos Slim Helu. All I got was a eye migraine.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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Wear me out Vintage JewelsVintage Sharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04278480558918473344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310847000377367219.post-16794142177700040792010-07-22T16:44:00.000-07:002010-07-22T16:44:55.217-07:00A funny thing happened on the way to my shop<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0nhuqB1wed_0pAfKqs_D8lq-WMnwFFI-2TK8pLEffZJyCr4PO80bpL-EwLtFfBLz3XWuXzYPhI8cUXt_iZpVsJ_5gN_mhHuhGRsVQW4k_R6L6YsWW7bvL-eWP7ryYoJW2UFYpa6cy9Wa/s1600/ZP54D00Z+favorite+deco+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD0nhuqB1wed_0pAfKqs_D8lq-WMnwFFI-2TK8pLEffZJyCr4PO80bpL-EwLtFfBLz3XWuXzYPhI8cUXt_iZpVsJ_5gN_mhHuhGRsVQW4k_R6L6YsWW7bvL-eWP7ryYoJW2UFYpa6cy9Wa/s320/ZP54D00Z+favorite+deco+woman.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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