it’s been awhile, and, thankfully, reports of my demise have been greatly
last blogged way back in July, and while I’d like to say that I’ve been too
busy, or, at least, busier than normal, to put electronic pen to paper, I
can’t.I simply stopped writing because
I lost my passion for it.I literally
was tired of all things Amazon and Ebay.
course, I couldn’t stop selling; I do like to eat, and we desperately need that
roof over our heads.However, I could
stop reading and writing about it.
had no idea how long my self-imposed digital exile would be, but the longer it
went, the easier it got.Days turned to
weeks, and weeks turned to months, and despite being asked repeatedly by Ella,
my biggest fan, to write something, I wouldn’t.Or maybe I couldn’t.To be
honest, there’s not much difference between the two.
course, it didn’t help that I sprained my right arm in late August, which made
typing difficult. After broken ribs in August 2014 and a hurt arm (among other
bumps, bruises, chipped tooth and broken glasses) in August 2015, Ella says she
is going wrap me in bubble wrap during August 2016.
of my New Year’s resolutions, admittedly a couple of days late, though, is to
slowly re-integrate myself into writing this blog.John, owner of the Big Peach Antiques Mall,
paid me the ultimate compliment the other night, saying that he liked my style
of writing, and that he missed reading it. Usually, I’m not big on accepting compliments,
but it truly was an “aw shucks” moment, and while driving home, I realized that
I missed writing it, too.
that I’ve explained my absence, it’s time to move forward, and I can think of
no better way of doing that than by looking backward.
August, Ella and I participated in the World’s Longest Yard Sale, starting in
southern Ohio, and working our way back to Georgia.We had spent almost a week with Ella’s
relatives in Zanesville, Ohio, attending several auctions, and almost filling
our van with good “stuff” before we even hit the road to the sale.
had a trailer and a bit more money, and maybe a little more derring-do, I would
have bid on, and probably won, the tricked-out Harley-Davidson motorcycle that
was auctioned off in Amish country.It
went for about $5000.Since we had
limited room, we had to restrain ourselves, and bid only on smaller items,
knowing that we had approximately 500 miles of sales left before we got home.
wearing out our welcome with the relatives, we headed out on Thursday morning,
the first day of the sale. We were both excited to see what treasures we could
find, but when rain began pouring down, our spirits weren’t the only thing that
was dampened as we tried to dodge the raindrops at various sales in northern
Friday, the rain had stopped, and the day was overcast, which was a good
thing.Still, in the large fields turned
into impromptu flea markets, mud ruled the day, and we began skipping such
sales in favor of sales on firmer, and dryer, ground.
dawned sunny and hot, making us wish that the rain had stuck around.Pickings also were slim, as most of the good
stuff already had been snapped up, and the stuff that remained was overpriced.Still, we found a few items, and finally made
it back to Georgia by late Saturday night.
it was a successful trip.We found
media, small antiques, highway signs, and assorted odds and ends. The van also
was literally full, with every little nook and cranny filled, thanks to a
“please take anything you want … we’re tired of looking at it” sale on Saturday
afternoon. Ella loves freebies.
not sure I want to make the trip again, although Ella is itching for a repeat.
We already have preliminary plans to be a dealer again at the Memphis Film
Festival in June, so another week-long excursion barely two months later might
rest of the year was pretty boring, including a disappointing library book sale
in September.Usually a good source of
inventory toward the end of the year, rain forced organizers to move it inside,
which greatly restricted how many books they could put out.We found a few things, but quickly grew tired
of literally pushing our way past other dealers and readers.
also learned late last year that our main competition for media in the area was
having a difficult time financially.They are a single income couple who supplement that income with Amazon
sales, much like Ella and I do.After the
husband lost his job, and struggling to make it on Amazon earnings alone for
several months, they had to move out of their apartment into a rented RV
made me think that there but for the grace of God go
I, and I doubled my resolve to continue to diversify our income,
including sourcing for our antique booths more aggressively.
Speaking of our booths, they are doing fairly well.Neither Ella nor I have a lot of experience
with actual antiques, so we have resorted to the “let’s cram as much as we can
in, maybe something will sell” philosophy.I have learned, though, that Disney “stuff” is a pretty good seller,
while Christmas “crap” isn’t.
It’s good that Disney sells, too, because we bought a
large lot of Mickey items from a collector back in November.It wasn’t his best merchandise, but it was
two van loads full, and I have no doubt that I will recoup my $150 investment, even
if it’s just one Goofy plush at a time.
We also had a “ginormous” three-day yard sale in early
November, and unbelievably made close to $1000.My Fitbit said I logged close to 35,000 steps on the first day, and
close to it on days two and three.By
the end of each day, I was walking like Fred Sanford (kudos if you actually
know who that is).
Looking forward, Ella and I are both excited and
justifiably nervous about our next endeavor, which is the renting of an actual
warehouse.It’s not big, just 1200
square feet, but it is a significant monthly expense.The warehouse has a 400 square foot “store
front,” and I’ve cleared it with the landlord to hold occasional yard sales
there.So, it becomes a pseudo thrift
store in addition to much-needed storage.
With our house full, our guest house full, and our
storage unit full, we had to do something, and short of not buying, which
we cannot do, this, to me, was the next logical step.
Not only will it provide some room to breathe, literally,
but also it will allow me to turn our guest house back into an actual guest
house, and perhaps recoup some costs by renting it out.
I’ll post pictures of the warehouse in my next blog.
It’s finally turned cold here in Georgia, so yard and
garage sales are few and far between.Thankfully, I have much stuff to list, and undoubtedly will find more as
we move our backlog to the new warehouse.Along those same lines, Ella, in the midst of her annual inventory of
our online stock, is finding items that for some reason aren’t even
listed.Getting those items back into
inventory will be a priority.