
A few weeks ago The Robinator and I had an adventure. After purging out our closets, I had a GINORMOUS stack of clothing I never wore, could no longer fit or would probably never wear again. So...we decided to sell them at our neighborhood flea market that our neighbor told us about and baaaaaaaaaaby...it was fun!
I actually made a pretty good chunk of money IN MY OPINION (The Robinator differs in opinion because he calculates from how much I spent on something as opposed to how much I sold it for SHEESH! LOL!) and it was fun! I met a lot of cool, interesting people and really...it was something totally cool to do.
I got there on time which meant I was 2 hours late because all the flea market people in the know had lined up 2 HOURS BEFORE START TIME to get the best locations. I decided to stay off the beaten path under some trees so The Robinator could have some shade and it ended up working out well. The people who came over by us were serious shoppers and not just people who would buy anybody's old junk.
But I want to tell yall about this one woman.
See...I'm not about to haggle with anyone over $5. Seriously. If I'm selling a dress I only rocked once and paid $350 for to you for $35...TRUST me...I'm not about to haggle with you over $5. Don't ask me will I take $30 cuz I'm not. Truth be told I'd rather give it away for free to someone I know will appreciate it than give it to you for $5 less than what I'm asking for.
Now...I know that's not a popular stance among flea market shoppers but there were more than a few women who passed by, recognized the quality of the items I was selling and damn near broke their necks trying to buy what I had to sell. Like...women were grabbing ish and holding it in their hands before they even looked at it good just to make sure nobody else got it while they were deciding. SIDE.EYE.
N E WAY...
There was this DRESS that everyone tried to get me to drop the price down by $5 for and it started getting annoying cuz really...the dress wasn't cheap. This one chick annoyed me so much I seriously stopped talking to her. Like...
Her: (after 10 minutes of haggling with me) So you won't take $35? I'll pay you $35.
SIP: *CRICKETS* *BLINK*
Her: I have it right here. $35. Just $5 less than what you're asking for.
SIP: *CRICKETS* *BLINK*
I SERIOUSLY STOPPED TALKING TO HER AND HIT HER WITH AN IGNORE!
GIRL.BYE!
There was this one woman who, for whatever reason, made me take notice of her. She was looking at a dress in a size 10 that I purchased and never took to get altered so I never wore it. I bought the dress in that size so it would sweep the floor in length but it was huge on me. Well...I just never followed through with getting it fixed. This woman looked at the dress and the look in her eye was like she was daydreaming about wearing the dress. I was selling the dress for $40 but when she asked me how much it cost, for whatever reason...I told her $20.
And I saw her eyes close and she reluctantly put the dress back.
She walked away.
About thirty minutes or so later I saw her at the end of the sidewalk counting money looking toward my area and then...she took a seat kinda near my table but not too close.
I didn't know then that people pass back through the tables where they liked stuff so they can see if anything was marked down lower. Now I know she was posted up waiting to see if she could get the dress for less money.
I got pretty busy and was laughing and talking to people enjoying the beautiful Fall day. The Robinator was in charge of the money so I'd make a deal, he'd get the money and I'd keep talking to people.
I moved the dress the lady was looking at.
When she made her move I didn't see her at first and she was going through the rack looking for the dress. By the time I saw her, she looked disappointed that she missed out on the dress and yall...she just looked whupped.
Me: Hey! I was wondering if you were going to come back. Here...I have something for you.
And I handed her the dress.
She asked me how much it was and I put my hand on her arm and told her that I hope she wasn't offended but I wanted to gift the dress to her. I told her I'd never wore it and where I purchased it from. I even told her how much it originally cost. I told her that with her build and coloring the dress would look AMAZING on her and I hope she'd accept the dress as a gift because it would make me happy and I always do what I want to make me happy.
She opened her mouth and then closed it not really knowing what to say.
And then she hugged me.
SIP: WHOA STRANGER LADY AT THE FLEA MARKET!!!!!!!!!
And yall know I ain't really no hugging kinda gal with folks I don't know like that...but I hugged her back.
She thanked me, folded her dress up neatly and put it away in her bag.
And my heart was warmed that the look she'd had when she originally picked up the dress was back. She looked like she'd found THE DRESS.
Other women standing around started looking at me like they were about to get something for free and SIP handled that swiftly.
SIP: Aiight...I'm nice to strangers once a year and that was my one time. The rest of yall gonna pay.
And they all laughed and kept shopping.
I've walked around feeling good about the look on her face behind that dress for a while now because it truly made me feel good. I hope she rocks it to something FABULOUS and I hope she feels like the belle of the ball while there. I hope that dress is magic to her and serves to turn some ish around for her be it simply the way she sees herself knowing how good she looked in THE DRESS.
Hey...I can dream right? Right.
SIP: Daydream too...
Tell the truth...has a dress ever made you feel better about things? You know...thinking about the way you look in the dress?
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