I was preparing to go to church when the phone rang. It was the sale’s ladies calling me to see if I was interested in purchasing more wools. Apparently they had some left. I told them that I would have to call my husband and get permission, and call them back. We are on a tight budget and we had had recent serious discussions about my weeny craft income and the need to use it to pay some bills at home.
My husband, bless his heart, gave me permission to do what I needed to do. I think he trusts my judgement and knows that my sewing survives on good deals. I called the sale ladies back and minutes later I was en route to this sale over a half an hour from home. On the way there I had the chance to think about what monies I had earned and what future sale entries I was already committed to, and do some mental math. Truly I didn't have much to spend.
I arrived with my car smelling of burnt rubber, and the sale lady noted that one of my front wheels was smoking. We both surmised that I had perhaps driven at least a few miles with the emergency brake on which was no accident to be sure! All the way there, I was trying to put the brakes on to what could be “out of control spending” for following my own inclinations and wants, I could have considered remortgaging the house to buy such beautiful wools at the right price. After all, my name is Jane and I am a fabricaholic and wools are expensive to buy at full price.
My mental math had helped me decide upon a limit and stick to it. Their prices were more than fair to begin with and I would simply purchase more and advise them to sell what was left on Sewitsforsale.com. With no woolen mills left in this country, wools are in scarce supply and are so valuable that they don’t last a day on this site before they are all sold. I was at one with these "women of the cloth" as well as the family of the deceased and wanted them to get a good price for their already well-priced goods! A shrewd business woman I will never be!
When I indicated that I was a person of modest means, the sales woman asked how much I could spend and I gave her my top dollar, and gave her the rest of my prepared spiel. I grabbed my large red nagahide sale bag and headed toward the house, eyeing one large kitchen bag full of wool sitting on the lawn and asked it that was what was left. She laughed and said, “Goodness no!” and indicated that my huge big red sale bag wouldn’t do at all!