There's nothing like a flea market/antique show, right? Even better, a two-day one that's local. What if I told you it attracts great crowds who are ready to buy, and loads of killer dealers? With many of your favorite bloggers: Beth (Olde Tyme Marketplace, from NC), Alice (Alice and Jay, from Georgia), Marian (Miss Mustard Seed, from MD/PA), Jeanne (Junxtaposition, from PA), and more. This year, there was a special guest appearance (courtesy of Hometalk) by the inimitable Donna from Funky Junk Interiors. I was lucky enough to have dinner with Jeanne and Donna and 10 other bloggers Saturday night.
It wasn't all glitter and unicorn farts, however. Sick of maneuvering a cargo van every time I do a show, I opted to rent a pickup truck. I was SHOCKED when they entrusted me with a brand-spanking-new badass Dodge Ram. Lemme tell you, it's a tight squeeze in my narrow neighborhood, but boyohboy did I get some looks from dudes who NEVER check me out!
Our tents were in our usual spot with all our cool vendor peeps as neighbors, but the terrain seemed bumpier than usual. My sister couldn't set up until 5 pm the night before due to work and extenuating circumstances. It rained the night before and apparently an overfed bird mistook our tents for avian port-a-potties. We suspect there was a dead critter in the bushes behind us, stinking up a cloud. Both days were drizzly for significant portions, but none of that deterred the shoppers!
Our goal was to DESTASH. Both my sister and I are downsizing (to be explained in a later post), so we were ready to deal. Well, my sister was. I hate dealing, but sucked it up eventually.
I even parted with my most prized possession: the late 19th-century political bunting. Unfortunately, all the bigger pieces in this photo (tables, stool, signs, pink shutters), came home with me, so I didn't destash as much as I'd hoped.
In the end, it was a great show with tons of enthusiastic buyers—I even met an ab-fab etsian from Vermont who traveled to the show. I just don't know how people do frequent shows, though. I'm bloodied, bruised, burnt, and all-around broken—but feeling the high from a good show. Can't wait until next year's show!