some of the perks
There are a lot of perks that come with my job. They don’t include a cushy office with a view or a corporate jet, but those things don’t interest me. I get to, no have to shop. Tough job, huh? Not only do I get to shop, but I get to thrift, yard sale, hunt, dig and junk. My kind of shopping. I get to buy what I want…what I like…what I think will sell at a profit or what I think I can make fabulous and desirable to others. As my business has grown, so has my buying power, so now I can make a substantial “buy pile” at most stores I walk into. When I was out shopping earlier this week, I bought some linens and an ironstone platter at one of my favorite places. “Oh, you’re not filling your van today?”, the girl behind the counter asked. This is the kind


