Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Thirty-five more feet

I thought I’d give you an update on how things are going with my tiny antique mall space at Monticello Antique Marketplace in Portland, OR.
I’ve been a dealer there for 4 months…

…in a space that measures 15 square feet. 
I bet your bath mat might be bigger than my little space.
But I was determined.

I set and achieved my sales goal every month except the month I broke my foot.
 And that was only because a medical professional told me to sit down She said it nicely but it's hard to get anything done with your foot elevated above your heart.

Someone must have spelled a novel using these metal letters.  To date, 85 of them have sold.

So far, 235 items have sold.
And now I need even more.

My new spot as of August 1 (still filled by its current tenant)

I found out I’m going to be moving to a larger (50 s.f.!!) space at the beginning of August!
This might sound like crazy talk but could this be the end of The Garage Where Cars Can’t Park? (now affectionately referred to as The Garage Where People Have to Climb Over Rusty, Chippy Old Things to Get to the Trash Can)
I hope so.  I’ll keep you posted.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Three Lots for Three Bucks

Price: $0
This bunch of dishes was in the free box outside the door of my local Senior Center Thrift Shop.
They were free in the financial sense but there was a price of another sort waiting in the box.
All of the dishes were stuck together in a big, gooey glob by what I think/hope was chocolate syrup.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself it was.
Free.  Focus on the Free.

Price: $1
I would have gladly paid twice that because when it comes to vintage Christmas,  I. Am. Weak.

Price: $2
I didn’t even look through this mountain of sewing patterns found at a yard sale – for $2, all of them went straight into the car with plans to use the tissue pattern pieces for wrapping any breakables sold at my next vintage event.
Until I started unpacking the box when I got home.

Some of these patterns are charming.

And some of them are horrifying.

But they all represent one woman’s lifetime of sewing:  For her younger self, her married self, her young daughters, teenage daughters and eventually, her granddaughters.
So much for my wrapping paper plans…

Wishing you a wonderful 4th of July!