We’ve been workin’ it, peeps. We’ve been workin’ it BIG TIME to get ready for the first annual Little Red Schoolhouse Holiday Sale. (Don’t know what we’re talking about? FOR SHAME. Look here or up at the top of the page for all the info you could want) and we cannot help but feel absolutely amazed by all the excitement, support, and local love we’ve received so far. It’s been amazing, so thanks to everybody who has spread the word, offered up help, and asked us about it. You rock, and you make us smile ’til our faces hurt.
In the meantime, we took an official step last week-other than plastering all the local hangouts with posters, we put up the official Holiday Sale banner at the schoolhouse.
Or tried, anyway. About two minutes after Kate hung the other side (while precariously balancing on one of the world’s most unsteady sawhorses ever) we realized that it was far too low and would slap any potential visitors squarely in the forehead if they were above five feet tall.
There was some (rather desperate) discussion of just taking turns holding it up with pathetic looks on our faces in hopes of guilting passerby into stopping, but we both decided that our upper arm strength just wasn’t up for prolonged periods of activity. Plus, what if it was cold out? That’d be lame. So on to plan B…
Plan B, thy name is Peter.
Oh, poor Peter. He was just trying to mind his own business. Do some painting. Pretend that our children weren’t constantly pestering him with questions like, “What are you doing, Peter?” “Why do you have that, Peter?” “Peter, why is my hand all white, Peter?”
But Peter is a good guy, and when he saw Kate now balancing precariously on an even more ridiculously unsteady ladder (not pictured, as Mackenzie was very kindly holding onto it to with all of her might) he got sucked into Meatbagzland and offered to help.
That, our friends, is called good business sense.