Tear it up, kids, and I'll record it.
I started snapping photos of the toy mess at work out of angry amazement. But with this photo from yesterday––isn't it fantastic? could be a painting–– I'm eager for the agents of creative destruction to do it again.
I love assembling toy grab bags (below). Two bucks each.
The contents are mostly random, but I have some method.
Every bag gets a dinosaur, if I have them. (None here, I think.)
I mix toys for different ages and sexes. I share the more desirable toys between the bags––and make sure some eyes are looking out, to catch yours.
I don't clean these little toys. (The toy lady before me used to take boxes of toys home and run them through her dishwasher.) If they're filthy, I throw them out.
If one is a little bit broken, but safe (an action figure missing an arm, say), and is a really cool toy, I might put it in anyway. If I do, I make sure that bag has a pristine toy too.
The bags sell well, and occasionally people say they like them. No complaints, anyway.
well for two bucks who could complain? Two dollars won't even buy a cuppa joe!
ReplyDeleteRight?
ReplyDeleteAnd after all, "We are the ghetto mall," as Mr Furniture says.
I've never heard anyone complain that the stuff we sell isn't clean. (It's not.)