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BUY IT LOCAL
Hey, I’m all about supporting local commerce, so over the summer I stayed busy spending my hard earned money in Lillian businesses. Of course, as most of us do, I make regular quickie stops to grab sweet tea, popcorn, or candy, at the Dollar Store. However, when I stop for that little something-something, I tend to stroll the aisles, because I know there is always a treat, home decoration, or gadget, hiding on the shelves just waiting to be discovered. Needless to say, a simple jug of Milo’s regularly ends up costing me around $60.
However, one place I never go in Lillian, is the pharmacy. It’s not that I have anything against it; I just consider it a place that one would get their prescriptions or a (ugh) shot. And since I’m in perfect health, I just don’t turn down that road, well unless I’m getting my haircut by Sunshine at Nu Volei. Now with that being said, recently a friend asked me to pickup her prescription at Lillian Pharmacy, and while I was there, she asked if I’d checkout this sweet little purse she was thinking of buying. Okay, sure, I can do that.
First of all, the gift area of the pharmacy had so many cute, darling purses perched on shelves, hanging on poles, and tucked among other items, my baby-blue’s where bouncing from one awesome handbag to another. I found a ‘totally-me’ yellow purse with pink edging, I also loved a white shoulder bag with black piping, and oh my gawd; there was this large black one with purple accents that would be awesome this fall. So all in all, stopping at the Lillian Pharmacy for a five dollar bottle of antibiotics, for a friend, ran me well over $200.
Now, I don’t know about you all, but I’ve been driving by Perdido Beach Trading Co. up on 98, twice a day, since it opened. Of course, as I pass, I slow down to check out the inventory in the window, or try to snatch a glimpse of any interesting antiques that the shopkeeper puts out for display. Then one day, I spotted this red stepstool that reminds me of my grandmother, and I would love-love-love to have it. But in order to do that, I would actually have to s-t-o-p! (And lately, it’s crossed my mind that I might have compulsive spending issues, so I just keep on driving.)
However, one Saturday, on the way home after a trip to the beach with friends, we pass the Perdido Beach Trading Company, and of course, I instantly start whining that I’ve always wanted to stop there for a little lookie-poo. Well low and behold, the next thing I know, the three of us are piling out of the car, in our bathing suits (a real charming look) just to check out the place. (Really. I swear. It’s strictly a look-see mission.)
OMG! Chills zip down my back when I spotted my grandma’s red stepping stool still available, then I spied two awesome metal chairs, and a crazy weathervane. As you can see, I already started to spin out of control. However, slipping my fingers inside my bathing suit top, all I pulled out was a 20-dollar bill. Shoot…it’s re-group time. I needed to calm down, chat a bit, look around at the prices, and see what ‘gem’ I could buy with my pity little twenty bucks.
As I was chatting up the charming hunky owner, Mr. Love, I asked a crazy question. “Do you just sell things, or do you buy them too?” Clearly showing off his pearly whites, he assures me the he buys, sells, and trades. Well, I told him that I’d been carrying a little piece of ‘Americana’ around since the early 70’s and I was ready to part with it…did he want it? Before I even finished describing the item, in total detail, Len quoted a price and offered it as trade for store credit.
Credit! Lord in heaven above, I swear I heard angels singing. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll go home and get it, but I want you to hold that darling red stool,” looking around and pointing, “and the two green yard chairs, and the weathervane, make that both of them, and the rod iron dinner bell up there on the wall, and…and…and…”