Madness Utter Madness
What happens when your's truly goes on a diet, starts working out, and also starts a business based on her family history of junk sales? Madness, utter madness.
Okay, so I'm for those of you that don't know me, I famous for my nervous breakdowns. I'd call it passive aggressive because I hold it in and then threaten the lives of everyone around me or to hang myself from my ceiling fan. (I'm kidding, of course, I can't kill anything more than an ant and there's no way the ceiling fan would hold my weight.) So since I do it every 45 minutes, we're gonna call it aggressive aggressive.
Trying to figure out the stock. Trying to live in 112 degree heat. Well, let's just say its no picnic. But I know it all gonna be worth it. I finally think I might have found my calling. And you just wait until you see my unicycle.
The history
Named after my maternal grandmother, Willabelle's Whimsy started as a labor of love for a recent college graduate who noticed that the everyday objects she grew up with in Texas were rare and even, yes, whimsical in the fast paced city of Las Vegas. She found herself painting signs and sewing pearls in horseshoes for her college friends and co-workers. These objects were considered to be exotic items in a town where the only horses seen were the Budweiser Clydesdales. Soon she started attending flea markets, estate sales, and hidden away junk shops looking for unusual jewelry and other items for the most quirky of customers. It enabled her to travel and buy what most people saw as totally obsolete or useless items...
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