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I've started a new business with my best friend, Maria, recently.
I'm working here (the 1840 Victorian house below), researching the value of antiques, vintage items, furniture, and collectibles, and selling the items - on consignment, for my percentage - via the most appropriate venue(s).
The front room (it was once the front parlor) with that gorgeous big bay window - right next to the front porch - is my office. Lucky me!
I
working in a 1840s Victorian that is rather stuck in time in the late 1930s. It's really peaceful. Yes, you hear the trains go by out back. Yes, you hear traffic pass by out front. But the 15-ft ceilings keep it cool and airy inside - and it's quiet, in that there are no immediate neighbors on either side. (large apartment buildings - no real noise outside)
So I brought my nun doll in to keep me company to sit on my desk. Maria has one that she, too, brought in... Maria is Italian-American, and darker complected than me - especially now, in the summertime. Unnu know how lily white I am. dwl So... my nun doll happens to be older than hers is, even though both are bisque... so for some reason, mine is whiter bisque than hers is.
Don't you know, just now, Maria just asked me petulantly, "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Hey! Why is your doll whiter than mine is?</span></span>"
After busting out laughing, I finally managed to answer her: "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Because I'm whiter than you are, Maria! You know you're not really white anyhow...</span></span>"
Of course, that's the age-old argument: Are Italians 'really white" or not..... She and I laughed 'til we nearly popped. Tears were rolling down our cheeks when her brother came in with lunch, wanting to know why we were laughing so loudly.
Gotta <span style="font-weight: bold">LOVE</span> working with my best friend!
I'm working here (the 1840 Victorian house below), researching the value of antiques, vintage items, furniture, and collectibles, and selling the items - on consignment, for my percentage - via the most appropriate venue(s).
The front room (it was once the front parlor) with that gorgeous big bay window - right next to the front porch - is my office. Lucky me!
I
working in a 1840s Victorian that is rather stuck in time in the late 1930s. It's really peaceful. Yes, you hear the trains go by out back. Yes, you hear traffic pass by out front. But the 15-ft ceilings keep it cool and airy inside - and it's quiet, in that there are no immediate neighbors on either side. (large apartment buildings - no real noise outside) So I brought my nun doll in to keep me company to sit on my desk. Maria has one that she, too, brought in... Maria is Italian-American, and darker complected than me - especially now, in the summertime. Unnu know how lily white I am. dwl So... my nun doll happens to be older than hers is, even though both are bisque... so for some reason, mine is whiter bisque than hers is.
Don't you know, just now, Maria just asked me petulantly, "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Hey! Why is your doll whiter than mine is?</span></span>"
After busting out laughing, I finally managed to answer her: "<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Because I'm whiter than you are, Maria! You know you're not really white anyhow...</span></span>"
Of course, that's the age-old argument: Are Italians 'really white" or not..... She and I laughed 'til we nearly popped. Tears were rolling down our cheeks when her brother came in with lunch, wanting to know why we were laughing so loudly.
Gotta <span style="font-weight: bold">LOVE</span> working with my best friend!