Posted: May 1, 2013
a) a cupboard or wardrobe, especially one tall enough to walk into.
b) a small room, especially one used for storing things or for private study.
I recall the story of a boy who lived in a town where there was going to be a parade coming down the street where he worked. He worked in a grocery store and despite pleading with the owner to leave the shop only for a few minutes to get a better look, the answer was no. After much discussion a compromise was struck that he could watch the parade as long as he could touch the door of the shop. Deal!
The parade came, he stood in the doorway touching the door and watching but as time progressed he could not get a view to his liking because of the crowd that had formed. Then he got the idea to unhinge the door and take it with him down the block. Of course when he returned the store was completely cleaned out. Right!
And so it is with your closet or other storage spaces. Just because they are organized or full of things that are behind a closed door does not mean what is in them is there because of a wise choice.
I’m fortunate to have a walk in closet. In my closet I have multiples of shoes, shirts, suits you name it. Yet, I only wear so many of them and the rest I sort through to get to the ones I want to wear! The best example are my printed tee shirts. I have like twenty of them, some of which I wear maybe 2 or 3 times a year. The space it takes the clutter it makes and massaging isn’t worth it. Why? Because space means wasted time. I’m resolved to thinning the stack.
Think about this. If you work five days a week and spend even three minutes a day picking through things that’s fifteen minutes. Try going to your closet on the sixth day and just standing there for that fifteen minutes and let me know what you think.
Take control of your closet. One good strategy for things on hangers is to put them on the pole facing you. At the end of say a month or maybe two if you like, what remains facing backwards should be a high candidate for removal.
Shoes and handbags? We hear women say all the time (tiredly) how many purses and shoes they have. If the boyfriend or husband had an equal number of basketballs they would think him a nut job.
Try strategizing your wardrobe. Invest in the timeless character and quality of a few high end handbags and shoes and the clutter will take care of itself. Here’s another thought. Let’s say the average pair of shoes on sale is around $30.00. At 10 that’s $300.00. The most asked to be seen handbag in our store right now is a black and very snappy Furla. Price? $195.00. We sold a Cartier not long ago for about the same amount. The balance of over $100.00 has to be a nice pair of shoes, three if you are a savvy consignment store shopper.
Men, unless you wear a suit everyday you only need maybe two or three in Seattle – but you do need them. A blue one, a darker one (gray or black) and one of your choice that is winter weight. This covers business, burials, and dinner year round.
None of us need 15 tee shirts.
Save time and money by having a strategy which isn’t buying because it’s on sale. Have a plan for what going into and coming out of your closet and enjoy the favorable savings of time and money.
Last up … sacred ground … my kitchen.
Posted: April 26, 2013
It’s spring and as expected we’ve received several new consignments during the last several weeks. We expect another one or two that threaten to put us in tight quarters, so we’ve decided to thin a little.
It’s also a good time to remind you that we want men’s consignments of suits, shirts and shoes (no sport coats or slacks for the moment). Book your appointment here now.
The sale is 10% on our already reasonably priced designer clothing and 10% to 70% on furniture. Starts today and ends Sunday!
Posted: April 21, 2013
In the African American community, paying your last respects is known as putting someone away.
Today we’re urged to refer to it as a celebration. But she was my friend. And it is my soul. So yesterday was the day we put Morgan away.
There was a quartet – the base and woodwind were in their 70’s, a slightly younger man who wore a black hat that reminded me of one Billy Joel might wear played piano. The female drummer’s plaid shirt and green khakis made her look like she had planned a day in the garden then decided to get together with the band instead. And boy were they good. Like an old leather high back chair from the Olympic Hotel, down home goodness, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, mid-seventies not a cloud in the sky day good.
We, the near five hundred of us, heard a story of an ardent Husky fan; who loved her family; made friends easily; smiled always; listened patiently; worked hard; and showed her new born children off at work – on her way home after delivery.
There were long hugs, broken hearts, a sense of everything and nothing. A woman a row ahead of me cried the entire service as did a young man a row ahead of her. There was laughter and no hymns were sung. Her children conducted themselves in a way that would have made her proud.
She was a fierce Democrat but a Republican could have their say. She could not cook but would bring the bread. She didn’t try to make you her friend you were her friend. She sent flowers, celebrated her birthday for a week, and she never forgot – anything.
I wish you could have heard the laughter when her boyfriend told us about being surprised to know that she decided to attend a wedding reception of her ex-husbands, ex-sister in-laws, friends something or other. We were already laughing pretty hard at the absurdity of it all when he revealed the party was in San Diego, and the laughter started all over again. And why did she want to go? “Because she liked a good party and because you were there.”
He pointed both index fingers, looked into all our eyes at once and repeated the words quietly and slowly. “Because you were there.”
This was a woman of integrity; of honor; respect; of decency; faithfulness; love; laughter; consistency. She would dance with you, hold your hand, drive with the top down, take you for ice cream. I remembered one of the last times I saw her. She came to give her son a ride home who worked for me briefly. She came in, put her arm around my waist for what seemed to be a long time before she let go as if to say “it’s really, really good to see you today”. Morgan.
No, this was no celebration. It was a putting away. It was the acknowledgement of an honorable legacy, an attempt at closure, a begrudging compromise but it was no celebration.
I drove home thinking that when I go I hope people would stop what they were doing and fly across the country to put me away. I want there to be scotch and cigars in the parking lot, tears, sweet tender barbeque, deviled eggs, restless children and a quartet with a female drummer. Yes, of course I know that kind of respect and admiration is earned.
I also know that the party in San Diego would not have been the same without her.
Posted: April 15, 2013
I apologize for the choppiness of the video. It’s on the YouTube end – but you’ll get our drift.
This is the 5% , 10%, 15% sale we have maybe twice a year for furniture only. It’s this week-end, Friday, Saturday and Sunday and you’ll receive the respective discounts on those days. Some items will be heavily discounted and you may use either our discount or your Chinook Book Coupon of you have one.
Sale prices won’t apply to lay a ways.
We’re expecting furniture this week-end and next week-end and have some pretty cool stuff here and on the way.
Posted: April 6, 2013
A few days ago a man driving the wrong way on the 520 killed a woman.
I do not know the man.
I did know the woman.
Her name is Morgan Williams and she was my friend.
I met her and her husband years ago through her cousin Barbara. It was the mid 80′s a time of disco, wide lapels, the Sonics were poised to win it all, and Peugeot had a presence in the U.S. It was a long time ago.
Morgan spoke (always) with a smile and with confidence. She was smart. Very smart and worked at Eddie Bauer for over thirty years. She was attractive. You could not help but look into her eyes when she spoke, or if she wasn’t speaking at all. She was unassuming preferring cords and baggy shirts over Ann Taylor and heels though she would do justice to either.
She normally took the bus to work, but drove that day because afterwards she had planned to drive to Montana to help a friend.
Shortly after I opened the store, I learned through Barbara that Morgan’s son Jon was looking for work. Our early customers will recall him as the tall handsome college graduate who worked with us. During our conversation about Jon, I asked about Morgan, was told that she was divorced and almost in the same breath that I should not entertain any thoughts about dating her. I think it went something like “You’re not dating my cousin”. Retribution would make Desert Storm look like a misunderstanding between old friends. My children were mentioned, and theirs too should they have any. So were the words parole, desecration, and eternity.
This was a warning that had apparently been issued to others though I really doubt it needed to be. I had only been in her presence maybe four or five times, yet Barb knew my boyish secret, like others before me. It was all very innocent – like Morgan.
It was Barb who called me with the news and I thought she said “my mom is dead” but mom does not have an “r” in it. “What?”. “Who?!” “What?!”
When our call ended almost ten minutes later I realized I’d said very little. Barb thought she’d lost our connection at one point “Wayne?” I’d picked a spot on the wall in our storeroom and was staring at it. “Yes, I’m here.”. Her tears were tired and came from a great depths. I did not want to know this place, so I stared.
I am a recovering alcoholic. I took my last drink over 20 years ago. I also have a degree in Chemical Dependency Counseling and have worked in the field. I understand addiction but I do not understand this. I do not understand this. I do NOT understand this. I do not understand this.
It’s 3:49 a.m., I’m tired, I’m hurt, and I’ve run out of places on the wall to stare at.
Posted: March 20, 2013
In the next several days, we have several bays of the Paol Cadovius (Cado) wall system coming to the store. This is a rare opportunity to get this timeless, sturdy and flexible wall system at a reasonable price. It’s also very easy to install! Referring to the first photo, we installed this in the store in less than an hour. Call us for details 206.363.6700
Posted: March 14, 2013
This is one of only three major sale events we’ll do this year. Save up to 40% or more off original prices!
Saturday & Sunday March 16th & 17th!