The Trials and Tribulations of my business, Fashionista ReSale


This will be a recurring subject but the blogs themselves will be short. The things that happen are funny, infuriating, but ultimately are all part of being the goafer of my own business.

This is just a quick funny.

Saturday mornings are shopping days for me. The estate/garage sales I frequent are at those houses you see on tv in the most expensive parts of Miami. It is not unusual to go to a sale and the owners staff are running the show.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.

People are like vultures! It’s seriously a survival of the fittest situation. Some of the people holding the sales are really great. They are friendly and are pleased you are there to buy from them. interestingly enough, some of them act like they are doing you a favor!

I put up with a lot to get that those Prada’s at a good price. I do the dance, always with a smile on my face. I find that playing the “southern belle” works best. So I walk up and immediately, in my best southern accent (I’m from SC so it’s legit.) “say, good morning y’all”! It’s amazing! In Miami, a southern accent equals a sweet, trustworthy person. Everywhere else, it’s the sound of a low class redneck. And I’ll admit, I do pour it on a bit thick.

Well, this weekend, my very ill husband, (bless his heart) went with me. It’s always easier when he goes because I chart our course and he drives. He’s lived in Miami most of his life and having him with me takes so much stress off of me. Still, “drive it like you stole it” comes out of my mouth every time he comes.

So, to the point.

We went to an extremely high-end neighborhood and though the people were friendly, they were obviously pompous. We got to hear how they were wine people and they take their own wine to the nicest restaurants in Miami. They successfully talked my wonderful husband into buying a wine carrier. He was thinking of getting it to house a gift.

The lady of the house again, asserted he could take his wine to “our” restaurants. To which he matter-of-factly shared, I don’t think they’ll let me bring my own wine into Arby’s.

She didn’t get it. I did.

This is one of the many reasons I love my husband. 🙂

Talk to you soon! xoxo