Oh, The Pain, The Pain!!!

Even though I know in my heart of hearts that getting rid of my Himalayan mountains of STUFF is a good thing, it's still not an easy task.  I'll pick something up and think, "OK, this will go to the antique sale," and put it in the antique sale mountain.  Then I'll look at all my milk glass and try to work up the resolve to walk over and pick something up without crying.  Well, I'm kidding about that, and it shouldn't be all that difficult to grab that reproduction Westmoreland cookie jar, but yet and still . . .

I'm actually moving along pretty well on gathering stuff, pricing stuff, and wrapping and packing stuff for the upcoming Antiques Street Fair in Slidell, LA in two weeks.  After the Street Fair I'm having the mother of all yard sales to clear out a ridiculous amount of crap (excuse me, but I'm sort of ashamed of myself for buying stuff that any nincompoop would know was pretty much worthless).

Here's my 10x10 E-Z-Up tent.  I'm borrowing the shelving from my antique mall landlady--they're made out of pipe and cut up pocket doors!  P.S.--the tent is not all that easy to put up, unless you're lucky enough to have a loving husband along to do it for you. 

This beautiful etched crystal rose bowl is going:

And two ruby red cut-to-clear wine glasses:

I've been lugging this incredibly heavy cast iron tea kettle around ever since my friend Beau gave it to me.  It's time to let someone ELSE have a crack at it (the chafing dish is going, too):

I'm sure that by the time the fair rolls around I'm going to be so sick of all my stuff that I won't want to go, but of course I will since I'm pretty sure I'll have a good show as I've priced things REALLLLLLLY cheap.  If I were a buyer instead of a seller I'd be thinking, "Man, these prices are incredible!" so hopefully fairgoers will be like thinkers and buy a ton of my junk!  Keep your fingers crossed!!!!

Oh, and speaking of pain . . . there is definitely something wrong with me evidenced by the fact that I stayed up until 11PM last night to watch (now don't laugh) one of the worst movies ever made:
SHOWGIRLS
Granted, Elizabeth Barkley was unbelievably beautiful and there's always been something fascinating about Gina Gershon (Bucky Beaver teeth and all), but good lord, that scene with Barkley and Kyle McLachlin in the pool having sex and Barkley flopping around like a fish on crack . . . I mean, HUH?  I can't even blame me watching it on wine because I wasn't even drinking!

"Showgirls" is so bad that it makes "Plan 9 From Outer Space" look like a serious Oscar contender.