Shut Up, Anna

Tonight, I went to an auction by myself. Ususally, Susie goes with me. She often acts as my filter. She pointed out that people thought we were a couple because I would say something to embarrass myself and would lean over and hide my face in her shoulder. We have been known to cause a room to go dead quiet at a party when one of us would say, "Let me introduce you to my partner." We learned to add business in front of partner which eliminated explanations that we were married, but not to each other.

But I digress...When I arrived at the auction, Mr. Hamm, the 70-something year-old man who goes to auctions for entertainment the way most folks go to the movies, was sitting next to the chair with my name on it. Like always, he handed me a piece of peppermint candy. He always banters and since I never know when to shut up, I give back as good as I get. Throughout the auction, Mr. Hamm told me stories about the things he and his wife have built, what he has bought and stored in one of the many sheds in his yard, and how his wife crochets two blankets every week to send to the soldiers in Iraq.

After his purchase of a metal desk/filing cabinet/safe for $2 and my purchase of a cute wood and punched tin jelly cupboard ($25) and vintage cashmere and mink coat, pink dress and blue shoes ($1), I paid and went over to tell Mr. Hamm goodnight. He asked if I was going to take the dress and shoes that came with the coat. I told him they weren't really my style, but he was welcome to them since they would look very cute on him. He said, "You'd be surprised at what I could wear." I said, "I bet I could pull off the outfit you are wearing better than you could pull off the one in the box." Where is Susie when I need her? Anna, stop talking! Just shut up! I made a quick exit after getting strange looks from folks sitting nearby. They thought I was telling Mr. Hamm that I would pull his clothes off! Nothing like a 43 year-old woman sounding like she is threatening to undress a 70 year-old man in the middle of an auction!

No more auctions by myself, and no more sitting next to Mr. Hamm!

One Era Ends, Another Begins

Today was my last official work day at SuzAnna's Antiques. I was surprised by the folks who came by to say good-bye. Oddly enough, many also asked would I continue to write. Yes! My hope is that I will find time to do more writing, although, without the newsletters, I am in search of subject matter.

I could write pages about chickens. My Skippy Chick has moved out of the house and into the garage. He spends days playing beside the other chickens, but not really joining in. It is like watching a 3 year old play beside his older brother's group of friends. Just being near the others is enough for now. When I got home from work this afternoon, Skippy had put himself in the garage for the evening. Yea, Skippy! This was a huge improvement for him. Two days ago, we had one of those hard and fast rain storms. When it kicked in, I looked out the window to see Skippy pacing back and forth under the bird feeder. By the time I found an umbrella and got out there to rescue him, he was standing still with his eyes closed. I think I detect a bit of ostrich in my Skippy! Inside and dry, I have faith that he will do better during the next storm.

I could fill a page with questions about getting wayward children to do homework! How does the computer create such obsession in a 12 year old? Why avoid homework? How do you study for a test on bones? What in the hell is an exponent? When will he ever use it in his REAL life? Why can't you just do it because the teacher said so? What do I have to do to get him to write down his assignments and do them without me standing over his shoulder and cheering him on? How much longer until graduation?

I can tell funny stories about the folks I meet throughout the day. For those of you who haven't met me, there is something about me that inspires folks to confess things to me. Today, I was standing in line at the local Goodwill when the woman in front of me told me about her arthritis acting up in her hip and knee. She then chastised the woman with the crying baby. According to her, the baby wasn't crying but just screaming for attention. This was a mild encounter. I do love meeting new people and am often amazed at how open folks will be.

I keep hoping I will be inspired by a subject or 12 and will be able to create a book from it. Stay tuned!

SuzAnna's Newsletter...My second to last one!

Hey Ya'll!

We all survived the snow. I have laughed at some of our northern-transplant friends who have said, "That wasn't snow! It was only 4 inches!" Welcome to North Carolina...the land of the quick! buy-milk-and-bread-shut-everything-down-and-stay-at-home-it's-going-to-snow-state!

Even though we were closed two days this week, lots has been happening. Linda officially has her own booth. You will quite easily be able to pick out her unique, quirky style. Gary and Teresa have moved to a larger booth in the back. They arrived before we opened and were still at the shop when I left. It was looking really good. I can't wait to see the final results. Make sure you see the white chimney cupboard with fruit decoupaged on the front. It's my favorite! Lynn has re-done her booth, too. New furniture and new smalls can be found. Very pretty! And Jeannie was hard at work when I left. The things I saw coming out of her van were very girly and pretty. In the office, we have a new dealer. There is only one way to describe his hand towels...SMART-ASS! (pardon my language) You are guaranteed a laugh and find the perfect gift for a friend!

There are a couple of sales this weekend, too. Any chairs belonging to SuzAnna's are 25% off. This includes those found inside and out. Also, you know those pretty metal chandeliers with hand-painted flowers? They were $199. They can be yours for $175 each. I'm ready to change the lighting in every room in my house! Ya'll want to see my husband have a melt-down?

We have lots of farm tables, each with their own unique style. The obvious use for these would be in the kitchen. But, think bigger! A smaller one could be your computer desk. The one in my living room had it's legs shortened so it could be a coffee table. Use one on your back deck as a potting table. Put one in the play room for board games, puzzles and crafts. I have a pretty black one in my basement waiting for space in the shop and Nancy has one in her garage. If you want to see either one, let me know and I'll e-mail photos.

Check out our blog! If you can tell me the subject matter of this weeks For Sale Friday, you'll get your choice of dip for FREE while supplies last! Just add cream cheese and butter. Just click here...http://suzannasantiques.blogspot.com/. This is the easiest contest you will ever win! Jenny has done another wonderful job on creating and maintaining this blog.

Linda still has room on her schedule to help you with any projects around the house. Organization, re-decoration or re-creation...she can do it all! Plus, Linda's own style of therapy comes along with it. One thing I learned from her is this song that is sung to the tune of If You're Happy and You Know It...If you don't love it, want it, need it, let it go. There is more to it, but I'll let her sing it to you. Call the shop to get on her calendar...844-2652.

As you guys know, I will be leaving SuzAnna's at the end of the month. This is my last weekend at SuzAnna's (until Susie needs me to fill in so she can go on vacation!). Come by and chat if you have a few minutes. The hardest part of making this decision was knowing that I won't regularly see all of the wonderful people I have met over the last 3 years. SuzAnna's has been one of the best things I've had the pleasure of being involved in. Thank ya'll for making SuzAnna's the cutest, funnest antique shop in Raleigh. Susie is going to keep the fun going!

Looking forward to seeing you all this weekend.

Anna and Susie

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SuzAnna's Antiques

9300 Durant Road

Raleigh, NC 27614

(919) 844-2652

SuzAnnasAntiques@gmail.com

http://suzannasantiques.blogspot.com/

The cutest dang shop in Raleigh!

Shoe Fettish

This morning, my Skippy Chick had a little romance with my fur-covered snow boot. Wonder what that means? He's an equal-opportunist when it comes to shoes! The closet will be off limits to the feathery fellow.

Another Sex Story

In November, I became the mother of a baby chick. He follows me from room to room, hangs out with me in the basement (hence, the name of my blog) and is trying to make friends with the bigger chickens in the yard. From the beginning, I referred to him as a boy. He just acted like one. Today I got confirmation.

The Victim

This morning, Skippy was playing around in the bathroom while I was getting dressed. My husband had left his bedroom slippers on the floor. The strings on them have always intrigued Skippy, but this morning, it was different.

He walked up to the slipper, somehow grabbed it with his beak and flipped it over. The feathers around his neck came forward, he held on with his claws, and he had his way with the slipper. Once I recovered from my hysteria, I told Tony about the activity. He says his slipper feels so violated! Of course, I tried to get him to recreate the scenario while I had my camera in hand. By then, he just wanted to snuggle.

Skippy and his love!

The List

My first post on this blog was a partial list of all the things I want to complete. I have checked one off the list...sort of. "Paint my son's room blue" was changed to "paint my son's room green." After we purchased two gallons of bright blue paint, Rick decided it would be too dark in his room. If you have ever tried to cover up dark paint, you know how difficult that is. So, we swallowed the expense of the blue paint, promised to find furniture that will look good in bright blue, and purchased two more gallons of paint...green!

Yesterday, I pulled all of the furniture to the middle of the room, piled books and STUFF into boxes, taped off the doors and woodwork and got it done. After getting two green spots on the ceiling, I decided to leave the upper two inches for Tony to paint. He has a much steadier hand than I do.

It feels great to check chores off of my list of things to do! Yea, me!

Letter to the President

Dear President Obama,


Today, you will officially become our president. Our nation is in crisis mode and we have entrusted you with the daunting job of stabilizing our country and returning the United States to the respected world power we once were.




In my lifetime, you are the first President who looks like me. I'm not black. I'm not even male. However, I am a parent of two children who are facing a very unstable future. With the War in Iraq, the search for Osama in Afghanistan and the unrest between Israel and Gaza, I fear that our children will be forced to fight these battles.




Should they decide to pursue higher education instead of a military career, will our family be able to afford to send them? Will they spend the rest of their lives paying back loans? Will there be jobs for them if they do graduate? Will they be safe in these pursuits?




Another similarity between us is how we grew up. My parents were divorced and my grandmother was an influential part of my childhood on into my adulthood. I am in a supportive, loving marriage with the father of my children. We want to raise well-rounded, socially conscious, independent boys.




My husband and I don't always agree. He even plans to drop his Australian citizenship and become a US citizen so he can cancel my vote. To his dismay, I voted for you instead of John McCain. His largest concern is that taxes will be so dramatically increased that his commercial construction company will not be able to support the families that rely on the company for their livelihood. With the economy in such upheaval, the closing signs in so many shop windows, the uncertainty of financial institutions and the huge drops in the stock market, will we be able to pay off our home, keep our heads above water and retire with dignity?




I believe you have the ability to pull all of us together and lead us toward the goal of creating a better, safer, more respected, healthier and wealthier nation. Your plan to encourage all citizens to volunteer is wonderful. I'm sorry it has to be something we must be asked to do. But with this reminder, I have challenged my children to choose something close to their hearts to volunteer their time. We will be spending our summer working in an animal shelter.



Unfortunately, I cannot offer solutions because the problems are too huge and beyond my realm of thinking. However, I can provide support, and I will act. I do know CHANGE CAN AND WILL HAPPEN!



Most sincerely,

Anna Martin