Saturday, September 17, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Again with the bluegrass
This gorgeous little guitar (made in Spain) came in today. $550.00 new, our price $200ish. It's small, designed for a child, but the woman that brought it in used it because she's petite herself.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Learn Bluegrass!
Never a better time to learn to play a new instrument. Smoking deal on the Mandolin, new $650.00 our price $200.00. The student guitar is priced right at $35.00 with the stand.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Do you Yelp!?
If you like Hawaii Consignment or buying used, consider writing a review on Yelp. Getting the word out will help everyone, the consigners, the shop, the customers, the environment (no energy used in manufacturing junk).
Friday, August 19, 2011
Empty Nest Redoux
A room sits empty except for Bob Marley, painted on a flag. Only darkness surrounds half-used candles, random stuffed animals, and a fuzzy blanket of the yellow submarine. A friend should intervene. A space trapped in time like a hippy in amber needs professional help to attract new occupants. No room left behind.
I decide to step in. I can't literally step, since I am also A Space. I am a room full of perfectly good stuff that people know they can sell. The items that they bring to me they no longer use. This is their way of getting treasures to someone who can use them. I am a letting-go place.
Other people come to me to gather from me what they need or want without having it new. They also choose me over a Mart because I contain Unusual Items and things that no one knows what they are for. A few come because I hold some promise of a smaller carbon footprint. Those people confuse me the most as they rarely buy shoes.
Whatever the motivation, people pass through my space in patterns of setting down and picking up things. If you were to watch people in building-time, you'd see a traffic pattern of moving stuff from here to there, over and over. And now, I'm joining in by moving some of the things from inside of me to inside of that abandoned High School student's room which now sits empty.
Down a small road perched above an island bay, my pillow covers, blankets, lamps, and tchockes are making their way to their new abode. I can't wait to see the pictures. I feel like that empty nest just gave me some offspring.
I decide to step in. I can't literally step, since I am also A Space. I am a room full of perfectly good stuff that people know they can sell. The items that they bring to me they no longer use. This is their way of getting treasures to someone who can use them. I am a letting-go place.
Other people come to me to gather from me what they need or want without having it new. They also choose me over a Mart because I contain Unusual Items and things that no one knows what they are for. A few come because I hold some promise of a smaller carbon footprint. Those people confuse me the most as they rarely buy shoes.
Whatever the motivation, people pass through my space in patterns of setting down and picking up things. If you were to watch people in building-time, you'd see a traffic pattern of moving stuff from here to there, over and over. And now, I'm joining in by moving some of the things from inside of me to inside of that abandoned High School student's room which now sits empty.
Down a small road perched above an island bay, my pillow covers, blankets, lamps, and tchockes are making their way to their new abode. I can't wait to see the pictures. I feel like that empty nest just gave me some offspring.
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