Becoming an Entreprenuer (of Sorts)

I think I woke up yesterday before any wagon loads of day went by at all.  It was still dark and the house was still very quiet.  No dog nudging me; no husband clinging glasses around; no Today show on.  So why didn't I turn over and try to wait for the wagon loads to start their journey across the sky.

Well, it's because I have a lot on my mind.  I am preparing to try my hand (with a girlfriend) at having a booth at a flea market/antique mall.

Isn't that how Sam Walton started???  Sorta, kinda, maybe???


My friend and I had talked about doing this for the last few Tuesdays when we would get together for lunch and shopping.  (She likes to call our get-togethers "Tuesdays with Leta."  I don't know that we could write a book about that, not just because someone else has done so with "Morrie," but because we do very little constructive except to laugh and laugh.  I guess that's good though.)

Anyway,  my goal in having a booth is two-fold--one is to reduce the load of treasures I have stored in the attic and two is to sell some of my art that I have been doing for a good while.  I've come to realize that you can only give so many pieces of art that you create to friends and relatives for gifts.  I make more (because I love it) than I can give away.  So I hope some people will buy them.  I promise they will be my new best friends if they do!

Then my friend's hope was to empty some out of the storage rooms she is paying a monthly fee for.  Evidently, the storage rooms are very full with furniture, etc. that she can't use in her present residence.

Those are noble goals, right.  But it can't be denied either that we both just like going to antique malls.  For that matter, who doesn't?  (Never mind--I realize many are like one of my sisters.  She can breeze through a gigantic mall before I get through the first booth.)

But then that may be the reason I have so much in my attic.  As I think about it, there is most likely a direct correlation between the two.  Nevertheless, going "antiquing" is something else I enjoy doing.  Nothing is wrong with that, right?

Don't answer that--unless you agree with me.  (I have discovered that frequently a person wants others' opinion IF they agree with her or him.  Many times I, I mean she, will keep asking people until she finds one that does finally see the light and agrees!  Why others don't is beyond me.)

Well, I digress.  Back to the booth.  When we got the courage to sign up for a booth, we were told that there were 29 people ahead of us.  Oh well.  It dashed our dreams somewhat but we thought that would give us plenty of time to gather our valuable treasures.  We figured that maybe in a few months or years, we would be called. Even though I am quite aware of how "waiting lists" go, I was still surprised when we got a call last week only a week or two after being put on the infamous waiting list.

We were told we could come in and pick out the booth we wanted and after paying a deposit, we could start moving our stuff in even though the 1st wasn't until 3 days later.

Well, we decided on our booth (the smallest they had and the cheapest) and then it was the time of reckoning for me.

ALL that stuff living in the attic had to come downstairs.  ALL that stuff living in the attic had to be priced.  ALL that art stuff living in the guest house/art studio had to be brought in to go through.  ALL that stuff had to be loaded up in the car, unloaded in the booth and arranged in an inviting style.  And then ALL the stuff I decided not to take right now had to be stored (back in the attic???)  Why, oh why, do I have ALL that stuff???

With all the moving stuff, pricing stuff, bubble wrap and newspaper to protect the stuff, you can imagine the mess in the living room where I decided to work.  (Think, if you dare, yard sale.  Same kind of mess.)  It was in absolute disarray.  Even the poor dog was discombobulated.  He was unsure where it was safe to go.  As a matter of fact, I think my husband was too.  So that was what I had facing me in the early hours of this day.

The house hasn't yet fully recovered but there are things in the booth as you can see in photo.  I knew the booth was small but I am sure it shrunk.  It looks a little sparse now, but my friend hasn't put anything in yet.  I think she's worried that I've taken all the space.  In my opinion, it needs more treasures.  In fact, I added more today.  And, of course, there will be more tomorrow.
 
And then, hopefully, there will be less and less eventually, you think?  I really hope so.  I need to get rid of some of these things.


But while I was in the antique mall, I found this really cute....



Okay, I guess I'll wait for a few wagon loads of day to go by before I start adding to my attic collection.

Maybe.