Sound the trumpets, please: I am over-the-moon excited to announce that I can now personally walk you through the selling process at Crossroads Trading Co. (also known as one of my very favorite stores of all time. Duh.)
Check out my two-part selling series on their website, under the “How To Sell” section. It demystifies the selling process, and has me shrieking and clapping about all of the cuteness to be found there. Every. Single. Time. And if you don’t have a Crossroads Trading Co. in your state (sad face) these tips will work for any resale store.
I mean, seriously: what’s better than selling the clothes you’re not wearing any longer, and getting fabulous new items you love? That’s practically free shopping!
It has come to my attention (and by attention, I am referring to the cold wind blasting through my weather-inappropriate summer dresses) that the seasons, they are a-changing. And because fall is upon us, logic states that winter is not far behind.
And so, because I usually wait until the very last possible moment to get weather-appropriate wear (see above), I’ve decided to prepare this year, and not wait until the air is blustery and filled with flakes. I will be ready this year, my friends. I will.
Luckily, there are plenty of chic cold weather options, that will keep me warm, but still stylish. I’ve rounded up some of my favorites, for your perusing pleasure. And now my only problem is…how to decide?
Guys: fall is almost here. Which means summer is coming to a close, and I’m just not ready to accept such a thing. While everyone else is cooing over the pumpkin flavored beverages recently available, I’m digging my heels firmly in the sand, and refusing to acknowledge the temperature decline. No, no, no.
As such, I’m offering up a quintessential summer picnic dish as today’s recipe: potato salad. This is full blown denial, love bugs.
But, it’s also a very good recipe, and one that leaves out drippy mayonnaise. I offer it to you in the hopes that you’ll have at least one more summer picnic to bring it to in the coming weeks. Or at the very least, that someone other than me will be rebelling against the change of the season with a bowl of potato salad. Pumpkin, shmupkin.
