Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Yesterday my friend and I stopped by a store, owned by a woman in her eighties, that features stuffed animals, dolls, and doll clothes.  She has made all the doll clothes herself, and they are amazing.  She's closing, probably because kids nowadays don't want the old fashioned stuff, but my friend and I admire the time, effort and craft involved in handpainted doll faces, outfits for bunnies and frogs, and all the tiny dollhouse furniture.  People take advantage of this lady, it sounds like, by offering her one tenth of the value of the item, figuring she is desperate, since she's trying to lower her inventory before she closes.  We both suggested she donate to hospitals or child care centers or organizations that can raise a little money for good causes.  She's letting herself get emotionally hurt by the greed of these bargain hunters.  They are people who will resale on EBay or online somewhere.  They don't admire the work, because they are trying to make the items are valueless.  I did buy a froggie for the new baby coming, a brown and white spotted dog and a snowy white fat sheep.  I'll keep them here, for the grandboys to play with when they visit.  Sad to say, my granddaughter is getting post doll, so I had to resist all the glorious clothes for her dolls.  And hand painted stools and child furniture is not what my kids want for their kids.  Everything is plastic and sleek.  Oh, well, visiting was like a trip to the past, and we both said we are probably the last generation who appreciates hand crafted things.