The most unexpected joy of PJP ownership that continues to surprise me is just how much we love the people that we work with each day. Like, legitimately like them whether we are making pies at 1 am on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving or if we are playing Cards Against Humanity and eating nachos together on Super Bowl Sunday. Which is only the back story to how we ended up shopping for antiques on Friday afternoon with Katie and Kayla and finding all sorts of gems, like…
As best we can tell, that bunny plugs into electricity. We didn’t buy it, but we entertained ourselves with the thought of placing a pie in that Easter egg that must open when powered on. That would be show, for sure.
So, a few other things…
- We looked at an antique refrigerator in hopes of adding additional space for cream pies at PJP and when we opened the door, I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER forget the smell inside of that refrigerator. I was either closed for 30 years prior to me swinging the door open OR it housed a dead body. OR BOTH. #itwastheworstsmellever
- That said, we still don’t have a plan for trying to expand on our display space in the front of the store. We need a plan. And one million tax-free, repayment free dollars to go with it. #doesnteveryone
- On another note, I noticed that we had two unlikes on Facebook this week. If anyone needs me, I’ll just be over here obsessing about what those two don’t like about us. #sigh
- But we did pick up nine new followers on Instagram, so there is that. (And if you are looking for someone else fun to follow, might I suggest Emily @sugarberryblooms or Katie’s ridiculously adorable new puppy…@sheepadoodle_kirby) #maybeInstaisthenewFB
- And finally, like sands through an hourglass, these are the days of our lives (meaning, I have no idea where time goes)…Pi(e) Day is in a few short weeks. Mark your calendars for Tuesday, March 14th. We will do something epic to celebrate. #wewilldecidelastminuteasusual
Earlier today, Jeanne and I headed over to the University of Missouri monthly surplus auction. And if you’ve never been, just know that they have EVERYTHING YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE available for bid. If you are in the market for a used hospital bed or 400 melamine lunch trays from 1985, or a three-phase rectifier, the monthly surplus auction is a WIN, FOR SURE.
(No, I don’t know what a three-phase rectifier is at all. But it looks interesting, no?)
Our primary goal was to purchase some tables and chairs for our monthly pie tasting events. We currently rent them each month since we only need them for a single evening, but we find ourselves wishing we just owned them instead of halting our baking schedule on busy pie tasting days to go load up our cars with several six-foot long tables and 25 folding chairs. We just don’t wish it enough to go spend $300 or $400 at Sam’s and purchase it all for new (primarily because that doesn’t sound like a fun use of several hundred dollars). But if we could go to an auction and pick up four or five tables for a nominal amount, we decided we would totally be down with that.
As it turns out, it didn’t work that way. The closest we got to buying anything of note was when Jeanne gesticulated when she was talking to me and the auctioneer considered it a bid. Thankfully, he let her off the hook or we would be the proud owners of 30 or so laptop computers from the late 1990s. (It probably helped that we looked completely like we had no clue what we were doing there. Most of those attending appeared to be seasoned auction pros just one event away from starring on Storage Wars. While we sucked down our vent iced coffees, most were enjoying a hot dog from the snack bar that opened at 9 am and plotting out their bidding war plans.)
An hour and a half in, the auction wasn’t even 1/4 over. There were several things that looked interesting to us, but then we couldn’t make any decisions in the final seconds and then that item would be sold and the whole crowd would shuffle left to the next item. We quickly realized that getting the tables for cheap was dubious at best, plus we guessed it would be at least another hour or so before the auctioneer even made it to that section of the warehouse…so we decided to throw in the towel and head back to PJP Buttonwood. But not empty-handed…
She has a bizarre obsession with collecting massive picture frames and for $5 plus tax, she couldn’t be stopped. Who knows…maybe we will become regulars on the surplus auction circuit. But never for the 9 am snack bar hot dogs…
We were super busy all day long at PJP Buttonwood, which is always just the best. I realized earlier tonight that this was really our first Valentine’s Day with regular hours…for our first, our Saturday hours then were 9 am – 1 pm and for our second, it fell on a Sunday and we aren’t open on Sundays. So planning for today was a bit of an unknown, but it couldn’t have turned out any better than it did. And our collaboration with Sugarberry Blooms was just the best part of the day. Emily sold so many beautiful arrangements and PJP Buttonwood looked AMAZING all day with beautiful flowers all over our storefront. Winning.
A few other things…
- I’m going to an auction in the morning to bid on something we need for PJP. You probably aren’t surprised to read that I have absolutely no chill when it comes to auctions. My super competitive nature could lead to me paying 80 times the market value for this item if I end up in a bidding war with someone.
- Or I could scratch my nose and accidentally bid 100 times the market value for this item. I’m not even sure if that is possible and thus, I worry have auction anxiety. I’m sure that’s a thing.
- Well, I just googled it and auction anxiety isn’t a thing. But auction phobia is. So there you go.
- One of the items up for auction that I don’t plan to bid on is a 2005 Club Wagon van. Nothing in this auction has a reserve, so I have a low-key fantasy that I bid $10 and no one says anything, making us the new owners of a mobile pie truck. I doubt it will work that way though…
- But can you imagine if it did?