Booth 36 is all mine, February's rent check has cleared, and yet here on February 3
, except for some shelves I painted and faux finished, Booth 36 is vuoto (empty)! Yikes!Last night I was up until 2am cleaning, polishing, refurbing, researching, and putting adorable little price tags on my inventory. I was on such a roll I could have pulled an all-nighter, but I knew I would pay for it big time the next day. I finally turned in, but my mind was still racing. I had the kind of sleep where you aren't really sure if you are asleep or awake, and maybe you're a little of both. Either way, from 2am to 6:30am my brain was still sorting treasures and writing out price tags.
I just love all these things. There are silver spoons that are over 100 years old, a miniature cup and saucer made in Occupied Japan, and beautiful, prewar crazed floral plates. I told H that the biggest risk in my venture was becoming attached to the merchandise. Like fostering puppies. Ball jars with zinc lids are adorable like puppies, especially if they (the jars,
not the puppies) are filled with celluloid buttons, right?At least with the booth I can collect, tinker, putter, and futz with all these goodies and when they are gone, I can seek out some more.
1 comment:
YAY for you! Good luck with the booth; you've got fabulous stuff. I'm one of the lucky ones that just advanced to a "bigger booth" in my neck of the woods. Keep us informed on how it's going. And do NOT fall in love with anything ... you're right that a sale = more buying power! XOX
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