My first listing on Poshmark.
https://poshmark.com/listing/Authentic-Louis-Vuitton-Ursula-5838c2c7d14d7b5fbc04dbef
Help her escape captivity. Ursula has been sitting in her dust bag on top of my armoire for almost a year now without any love and affection by me. Kind of sounds like my poor husband. Please help her. And when you help her, you help me... an impoverished breast cancer victim with more handbags than Imelda Marcos has in shoes.
You see, I've never been a big fan of Louis Vuitton handbags. I have a good bit of admiration for Mr. Vuitton, himself, though. The man knew his business and knew how to cater to the wealthy.
But, I'm a handbag addict. Ursula came to me one night while I was surfing bags on eBay. It was during an Ambien moment that I fell in love with her feminine appeal. But most of all, it was the handles that got me. Because so many handbags are equipped with handles and straps that suck. Big bags deserve to have big sturdy handles, just like this Ursula.
And you know what Ursula deserves? A new home, just in time for the holidays.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Saturday, November 5, 2016
Mt Unpleasant... Yankee Go Home
I'm angry and I'm cajun.
I'm a Coonass. A southerner. I like my southern food. I love my cajun food. So when I first moved to the Town of Mt Unpleasant, one of the first things I noticed was that there was not one Popeye's Fried Chicken to be found. THAT should have been a huge red flag for me. Little did I realize all that I left behind when I left Acadiana. Crawfish (boiled, fried), crawfish lasagna, Deano's Marie Leveaux or the Cajun Executioner, boudin, boudin balls, cracklin, Zea's, Don's Seafood Hut, Chris's Poboys, Old Tyme Grocery, Southside Bakery, Keller's Bakery, Poupart's Bakery (I've seen only ONE bakery store open since I've been here), real king cake, Meche's donuts, Ground Pati, Riverside Inn (best crab cakes and crabmeat imperial), Savoie's sausage, cajun and zydeco music, Festival International as well as about 100 food festivals, CJ Clements, Bobbie Novasad, Jay Walker, Rob Perillo, John Morgan, Jake Delhomme, Gravity Alley (God forbid there be any race tracks of any kind in this upitty town).
Forget buying liquor on a Sunday. And forget the convenience of being able to buy it at the grocery store. Forget drive thru, or drive up liquor stores. You have to purchase it from an ABC liquor store. And they close at 7:00 p.m. Thank God the pharmacy is open until 10:00 p.m.
See, a coonass likes their food as much as they like their alcohol. We don't eat fancy, hoity toity crap or organic foods like those damn yankees from the north. We like our gumbo, our crawfish étouffée, our shrimp creole, our red beans and rice... which is why I'm so pissed right now.
I went to one of our local Harris Teeter grocery stores this morning to do a little shopping. I have plans to make red beans and rice tomorrow. I looked. And I looked. And I looked again. And I looked again. I gave up. Surely I must be losing my mind in addition to my eyesight and got in line to checkout. But, it was nagging at me and I'm hardheaded. So, I got out of line and looked, again. And again. And then, I put the male testosterones aside, pulled up my granny panties and asked an employee where would I find the dried red beans.
"We no longer sell dried red beans."
And that's when the blood pressure began to rise and the headache came. I'm going to have to find another store to shop at? Seriously? You don't sell dried red beans? What's next? Milk?
Is there anyone with money coming out of their ass who might want to fund me to open up a cajun/creole restaurant/grocery store? Anyone???
It's only a matter of time before I open up a can of whoop ass in the aisle of a grocery store. Watch your heads and your little ones, 'cause the cans of beans will be flying. Those yankees have invaded the south and are ruining the food, clogging up the streets, and building apartment complexes (aka future ghetos of Mt Pleasant) at an alarming rate.
It's time to pull the pineapples from the poster bed and send them home.
And I'm cranking up the stereo until someone calls the police.
Yankees go home. Please.
I'm a Coonass. A southerner. I like my southern food. I love my cajun food. So when I first moved to the Town of Mt Unpleasant, one of the first things I noticed was that there was not one Popeye's Fried Chicken to be found. THAT should have been a huge red flag for me. Little did I realize all that I left behind when I left Acadiana. Crawfish (boiled, fried), crawfish lasagna, Deano's Marie Leveaux or the Cajun Executioner, boudin, boudin balls, cracklin, Zea's, Don's Seafood Hut, Chris's Poboys, Old Tyme Grocery, Southside Bakery, Keller's Bakery, Poupart's Bakery (I've seen only ONE bakery store open since I've been here), real king cake, Meche's donuts, Ground Pati, Riverside Inn (best crab cakes and crabmeat imperial), Savoie's sausage, cajun and zydeco music, Festival International as well as about 100 food festivals, CJ Clements, Bobbie Novasad, Jay Walker, Rob Perillo, John Morgan, Jake Delhomme, Gravity Alley (God forbid there be any race tracks of any kind in this upitty town).
Forget buying liquor on a Sunday. And forget the convenience of being able to buy it at the grocery store. Forget drive thru, or drive up liquor stores. You have to purchase it from an ABC liquor store. And they close at 7:00 p.m. Thank God the pharmacy is open until 10:00 p.m.
See, a coonass likes their food as much as they like their alcohol. We don't eat fancy, hoity toity crap or organic foods like those damn yankees from the north. We like our gumbo, our crawfish étouffée, our shrimp creole, our red beans and rice... which is why I'm so pissed right now.
I went to one of our local Harris Teeter grocery stores this morning to do a little shopping. I have plans to make red beans and rice tomorrow. I looked. And I looked. And I looked again. And I looked again. I gave up. Surely I must be losing my mind in addition to my eyesight and got in line to checkout. But, it was nagging at me and I'm hardheaded. So, I got out of line and looked, again. And again. And then, I put the male testosterones aside, pulled up my granny panties and asked an employee where would I find the dried red beans.
"We no longer sell dried red beans."
And that's when the blood pressure began to rise and the headache came. I'm going to have to find another store to shop at? Seriously? You don't sell dried red beans? What's next? Milk?
Is there anyone with money coming out of their ass who might want to fund me to open up a cajun/creole restaurant/grocery store? Anyone???
It's only a matter of time before I open up a can of whoop ass in the aisle of a grocery store. Watch your heads and your little ones, 'cause the cans of beans will be flying. Those yankees have invaded the south and are ruining the food, clogging up the streets, and building apartment complexes (aka future ghetos of Mt Pleasant) at an alarming rate.
It's time to pull the pineapples from the poster bed and send them home.
And I'm cranking up the stereo until someone calls the police.
Yankees go home. Please.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Bill Murray
I think one of the worst things about blogging is coming up with a damn post title. Most of the time, I'm here just to rant and ramble on about things that are of no importance to anyone except myself.
As like most mornings, I sit here at the kitchen table wasting valuable time surfing news sites, Facebook and eBay. All while the cat lies on the bookshelf soaking up the rays of the sun. She's an old gal at nearly 17 years of age. But she still looks good. And more importantly to her, she still runs the place. She's usually on the table with me trying to get to my laptop in order to enjoy the warmth it generates. And I think we all know that it's the literal warmth it generates and not the huggy feely warmth of the internet.
Today, I'd like to focus on the hazards of selling on eBay. As a member of a Facebook group who focuses on buying and reselling, I am constantly running across posts from a seller who is afraid of negative feedback. Today's post concerned an item that the seller purchased at a "charity" thrift store. You know, the kind that receives donations and then sells those donations in their store? Well, the seller is new to the game of thrifting and resale. She recently sold a pair of boots for more than she paid for. Shocking, isn't it? As if all those who sell on eBay are selling only to break even and not to actually profit.
The problem is that the seller forgot to remove the sales tag and now the buyer not only knows what the seller paid for the item, but is complaining that the seller has sold a donated item. And guess what? The buyer wants a refund as a result of the item not being as described. Seriously?
Sadly, the majority of posters are advising her to accept a refund. That it's just good customer service to do so. I disagree. Vehemently. Why? Because, in my opinion, many buyers these days have become monsters. Thanks to some big name retail stores who offer extremely generous return policies, customers have not only come to expect the same from everyone else, many have abused it. So much so, that I noticed one of those big retail stores have now tightened up their return policy.
There's nothing wrong with a legitimate return request. If the item was in fact not as described (i.e. described as blue when the item is actually red) then, of course, process a refund for the buyer. But, if you've done your job of accurately describing the item, and you have clearly stated in your listing that you do not offer returns, then you should back up your no return policy. Otherwise, you become a doormat, someone who will do anything to please a customer who may still bad mouth you in the end.
And for the record, I buy significantly more than I sell on eBay. My husband can vouch for it. As a buyer, I concern myself less with the feedback rating of a seller and more with the reason for bad feedback. I've learned that the majority of bad feedback is the result of a new seller who made minor screw ups while learning the ropes. I've also learned that some buyers fail to read descriptions or view photos of the item before bidding or purchasing. One that sticks in my mind was the buyer who purchased a handbag without straps or handles. The listing clearly stated that the bag did not have purse straps, yet the buyer left negative feedback anyway... because the bag didn't have straps.
So, what does Bill Murray have to do with today's post? Absolutely nothing. I just needed a post title.
As like most mornings, I sit here at the kitchen table wasting valuable time surfing news sites, Facebook and eBay. All while the cat lies on the bookshelf soaking up the rays of the sun. She's an old gal at nearly 17 years of age. But she still looks good. And more importantly to her, she still runs the place. She's usually on the table with me trying to get to my laptop in order to enjoy the warmth it generates. And I think we all know that it's the literal warmth it generates and not the huggy feely warmth of the internet.
Today, I'd like to focus on the hazards of selling on eBay. As a member of a Facebook group who focuses on buying and reselling, I am constantly running across posts from a seller who is afraid of negative feedback. Today's post concerned an item that the seller purchased at a "charity" thrift store. You know, the kind that receives donations and then sells those donations in their store? Well, the seller is new to the game of thrifting and resale. She recently sold a pair of boots for more than she paid for. Shocking, isn't it? As if all those who sell on eBay are selling only to break even and not to actually profit.
The problem is that the seller forgot to remove the sales tag and now the buyer not only knows what the seller paid for the item, but is complaining that the seller has sold a donated item. And guess what? The buyer wants a refund as a result of the item not being as described. Seriously?
Sadly, the majority of posters are advising her to accept a refund. That it's just good customer service to do so. I disagree. Vehemently. Why? Because, in my opinion, many buyers these days have become monsters. Thanks to some big name retail stores who offer extremely generous return policies, customers have not only come to expect the same from everyone else, many have abused it. So much so, that I noticed one of those big retail stores have now tightened up their return policy.
There's nothing wrong with a legitimate return request. If the item was in fact not as described (i.e. described as blue when the item is actually red) then, of course, process a refund for the buyer. But, if you've done your job of accurately describing the item, and you have clearly stated in your listing that you do not offer returns, then you should back up your no return policy. Otherwise, you become a doormat, someone who will do anything to please a customer who may still bad mouth you in the end.
And for the record, I buy significantly more than I sell on eBay. My husband can vouch for it. As a buyer, I concern myself less with the feedback rating of a seller and more with the reason for bad feedback. I've learned that the majority of bad feedback is the result of a new seller who made minor screw ups while learning the ropes. I've also learned that some buyers fail to read descriptions or view photos of the item before bidding or purchasing. One that sticks in my mind was the buyer who purchased a handbag without straps or handles. The listing clearly stated that the bag did not have purse straps, yet the buyer left negative feedback anyway... because the bag didn't have straps.
So, what does Bill Murray have to do with today's post? Absolutely nothing. I just needed a post title.
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