to market, to market!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, the cushy feeling of an influx in sales. When you’re in retailandia as your chief source of income, it’s a coin toss. Hilary, Barack, could you lend a hand in setting this recession on its head? People aren’t buying; they are merely trying to fuel their trendy mamouth cars and hoping that things will get better.

Furniture Market began at the end of last week, and with it the welcomed crowd from all over to visit our quiet little city. This is the home of the giant chest of drawers, monolithic furniture showrooms, and absolute silence most of the year. I’ve met Canadians, Japanese, etc in my store buying up clothes like we’ve been stockpiling just for them. It looks like we’re headed for another dustbowl, another decade of depression, what with all of the cheap, preservative-laden products bursting from all fixtures and shelves. Springtime makes me sneezy, but hardly anything turns my stomach like unnecessary excess. Merchandise goes battered and dusty through mark-downs and clearance sales, untouched until the coordinates are gone, mis-sized, and transfigured by finicky customers. I’d consider taking a Claritin for my sinuses this season, but what will relieve our society of plenty in this reluctant consumer market?