Warning. This one's a rambler.

Thanksgiving sure shot by like a rocket.

  

I only know it actually happened because I ran the dishwasher four times in 24 hours.

(I am definitely giving thanks for dishwashers.)

  

That and because it was the one and only day in recent history my dining room table was heaped with food and the good china rather than the Mt. Vintage Christmas of things going to /coming back from the Plucky Maidens Junkfest where I was vendor.

Despite the deafening silence here, I have most definitely not packed up and moved off the internet.

My desk looks like someone has been pulling a vintage all-nighter.

In the days since Thanksgiving, I’ve been firmly glued to my chair in front of the computer, filling my etsy shop with vintage Christmas.

I only leave the house to go out and look for more.

What can I say? Tis the season.

After setting up my vendor space the night before the Plucky Maidens show, I went back to my hotel room and assembled a 6-1/2’ vintage aluminum Christmas tree and the next morning I carried it through the hotel lobby and across the property to the building where I was selling.

Can’t stop me.

It didn’t sell.  I am now really good at dismantling it in seconds flat.  

On the bright side, I listed it online yesterday and less than 24 hours later, it’s now winging its way to its forever home in Peoria.

All's well that ends well.