A few weeks ago at work we invested in a huge selection of vintage fabric and trims. It took forever to inventory them and my boss was still working on it when I left. The next morning, she was out when I got to work. There was a big stack of trims and fabrics sitting on my desk. I sorted through all of them, tagged them, photographed them, and sold them all in about an hour. One of the perks of my job is getting to see our inventory before anyone else, and therefore calling first dibs on some really unique pieces. I was photographing these sets and had to completely restrain myself from keeping any of them. They were all totally my style and I wanted to keep them all. I kept popping my head in the warehouse to tell the Really Hot Shipping Guy* about my dilemna over wanting to keep it all for myself. Then, I patted myself on the back for not giving in to the temptation and sharing the awesome vintage goodness with our members.
Later, when my boss came back I told her how hot the new vintage stuff was.
"I sold it in like, an hour"
She looked at me oddly.
"You sold what?"
"All the vintage stuff that was on my desk this morning."
"Kayla. Aimee. No. You. Didn't. I put that stuff on your desk for you, because it looked like your style. It was like, a gift. For you."
You have GOT to be kidding me.
*Really Hot Shipping Guy happens to be my husband. No worries in-laws, nothing shady going on there.
