This past weekend I sold antiques in a booth I rented from the greedy city as part of the Three Rivers Festival. Before I had my daughter last year, I was really into auctions and estate sales and had plenty of time to go bumming around to find old treasures. It used to be so fun to spend 8 hours at an auction, haul the crudy stuff home, sometimes make 2 trips, wash it, polish it, research it, compare prices on ebay, tag it fairly, pack it up, haul it to an antique store or show, and attempt to sell it.
This past weekend was not so fun. I do love the stuff, I collect lots of oddities--chalkware wall plaques, vintage pez, condom tins, flower planters that are animals from the 1950s, pixieware, aprons, vintage menus, captain kangaroo stuff, baby warming dishes and about 10 others things that I can't even remember right now. But the stuff I have currently in inventory is left overs from 2 years ago that I just can't shake. Sure, I make good money this week, about 2 weeks pay of my regular salary in just 2 days. But I just wasn't into it this year. I kept thinking of my baby that I could be with if I wasn't doing the show. Maybe thats how I'd always feel if I only had my own business. When I'm at my retail job I don't have time to think of anything else because the boss is always pushing to get something accomplished. Maybe my own business would not be successful because I couldn't motivate myself away from my daughter.
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