This is Miso. She had a horrible start in life. She was born to a neglected teen Mom in a dreadful tumble down trailer. The people that lived there barely afforded cat food, much less vet visits, spaying or neuterings or flea treatments. 
Something happened to Miso's eyes, she felt puny, as did her nearly wild siblings. Some dwindled and died. One human cried a little, but did nothing to help, just brushing the misery around off as 'natural selection'. Miso kept on living, getting what she could, when she could. She was cuddled and petted, and fed cheaply.  Her eye had a small cloud. Then, a great wind and rain came, like no one there had seen before! It was horrible and terrifying. With a thunderous crash, three mighty trees smashed down onto that decrepit trailer! The humans fled into the soaking scary night, the cats fled too, where they could. When the storm died, they huddled miserably in the smashed wet wrecked old trailer. A week later, the people came back, scooped up Miso and what others they could, to hopefully take to  better places.  That is how Miso came to us. Her mother is still quarantined in my workroom with Biscuit, waiting on their appointment for shots & spaying in October. Miso has had vet visits, rounds of drops and other meds, and it has been determined that she has glaucoma, and her eye needs to be removed. We need $1400 more, as fast as we can get it! She is currently on meds to control her symptoms but they are not easing her completely.  All proceeds from purchases, less taxes, will be going to Miso. I am not the type to wheedle for hand outs.

I have been selling at the Barnyard flea market for a few years and now I have moved to the Spartanburg flea market due to my lust for an inside space with walls and a roof. I am no spring chicken and I greatly enjoy not having to load and unload a bunch of stuff every weekend. I have the best prices around for real stones and that is a fact. I price according to the value balanced with what I paid wholesale, or the amount of sweat I put into digging and cleaning and making. I have to admit that I am not o.k. with disputes about my pricing. I do my own homework and check multiple sources that sell similar things that I do when I set my prices, and I try to beat those sources when I can. If it is a low value thing I have for sale, the price will be quite low. I sell the yard sale stuff at yard sale prices. I sell vintage and antique objects for a reasonable comparative price. If it is a pair of slightly used shoes, those shoes go for $2 or so. If it is a good amethyst pendant, do not expect to get it for $2.  I will sit on my best stones and 100% not sell them at all if I feel they are being disrespected. I have no problem at all hoarding them until I croak, then passing them on to my children and grandchildren. You will definitely not see any of my large specimens at the flea market shop. I am not hauling $300 crystals out there to listen to somebody offer me $20.  My expensive and gorgeous specimens are staying in my family, no negotiation possible, and I will eat wild weeds and beans if I have to without a qualm. If you are the sort to walk into my shop and try to get a cheap thing for cheaper, or a really good stone for the cost of a fake(and I positively abhor fakes) or cheaper stone, then you may get what you want but be assured, you are walking out of there cursed. Yes, I can do that and I am not at all ashamed nor afraid of facing any cosmic consequences. Only tame witches fear that sort of thing, and I have fought with too many real devils to ever be tame. On the other hand, if I happen to like what I read in you, you might walk out of my shop with something really good as a present. That is how I am. So, if you have been advised it is best to haggle at flea markets, be aware that in my territory this strategy promotes a very active and potent dose of ill will and it would be best for you to not enter my shop at all.