In the Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki, Tiki Room

My tiki mug collection at work has now expanded with the addition of a white Star Wars Geekitikis. Scooby Doo of the same brand is next to smiley face one.  

Disneyphiles will recognize the phrase in my blog title. When I was growing up, we vacationed in Anaheim, California each summer. Disneyland was always on the schedule. A trip to the most magical place on earth meant visiting the Enchanted Tiki Room. In the tiki room, all of the birds and characters were animatronic. They would "come alive" when it was their turn to perform songs and routines to appease the tiki Gods. 

Reseller update: Not so much an update but a couple of superstitions and observations. 

My products for sale are posted as returnable. I have so few returns throughout the year. I either request that the buyer keep the item, or if they send it back, I burn the box and its contents. Why do I do that? Because I don't know what has been sent back, and I don't want to find out. You've received a package from someone who is not happy about their order. Why take any chances? 

I also wrap the majority of my orders in fabric remnants. If one of those pieces is returned to me, I don't reuse it, I throw it in the fabric remnant donation tub. I don't want to infect the next order with fabric that has bad juju. 

One of the reasons why I hesitate to deal in used furniture items, I think some pieces might be cursed. I would be interested to know if other resellers have had paranormal experiences with some item that has come into their possession. 

Vintage mirrors also give me pause. Possible portals to another dimension. Ok, I admit to an active imagination. 

I have purchased tarot cards from secondhand shops. I haven't put any up for sale. Those types of cards, along with Quija boards, I try to keep a good distance. 

Finally, prices at thrift have been rising. Specialty items are now locked behind cabinets or display cases. Vintage clothing is segregated from the run-of-the-mill donations. 

From my perspective of 50+ years of haunting second-hand shops, the fun factor is lessening. Sure, thrift shops used to smell of must and decay. In the disorganization, you might find gems. 

Ah, let's all just go to Disneyland! [not a sponsored post]

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