I’ve been trying to keep busy lately. After a work injury which has left me temporarily out of work, I had a great deal of time on my hands, and I figured if now wasn’t the time to try something different, when was?
I think I’ve probably been wanting to sell at flea markets since I was about 7 years old. I used to drag my mother (who is a self-proclaimed hater of “old things”) into dilapidated antique stores off the highway on our annual road trip. At the age of 5, I gathered all of the avocados I could get my hands on in our backyard and set up shop in our front, along with a sign that said “I am sillen ovacodos”—- I believe I may have been moderately successful in that endeavor—- all things considered. At the age of 12, I began collecting and researching antique advertising memorabilia, and at about 13 I began shopping at thrift stores and reconstructing clothing to both fit and modernize it. So I guess you could say it was written in the stars… or something like that.
—-but things always get in the way, you know, which is why it took somewhat of a big push to really get me going. My first go of it would have a simple goal: “to break even” and learn as much as humanly possible about the whole process. I have now sold at two markets (one much larger than that other), and while I am still far from an expert, I have picked up some deal of wisdom along the way.