This year has been a hard year for me to get out and sell at flea markets. I got called in to work at the Post Office a couple flea market Friday and Saturdays, then the gas prices have been so high that you wonder whether to go at all. And now my husband's company that he works for is changing hands so that I wouldn't have his help at one of the biggest flea markets that I do at Lexington, Nebraska. BUMMER! But that is not all, my son's football game on "set-up friday" is about as far away from Lexington as you can get. Do I try and go, or just use that money to put more into my store on Rubylane? What to do, what to do?
I love the flea market atmosphere. The older folk that come up and spy something that triggers a memory or story from their youth, or the REALLY fun ones that just come up and say I have to have that! and just hand you the money without dickering at all! You have your tire kickers -- they're not much fun, you have all the vendors -- which even though you can't always remember their names , they are still your flea market family, and that is what you become. They do become a type of family. They'll help you out when you need it, blow smoke up your skirt when you don't, give you a drink or jump a dead battery (that has happened to me before.) They give you advice - good and bad-- Some will tell you it's the worst show they ever did and some are blow hards and will tell you they sold $XXXXX.XX! Just like family, most will go out of their way to help you, and when one of us doesn't show up at the next show, we miss them.
I hope they miss me!
