With the purchase of this fountain, I had a reality check. It is way too heavy to haul around. My smart husband suggests I sell it on craigslist. I think he's right.
I didn't pay a lot for it; my zeal got the best of me!
I've been absent from blogland, scarcely checking my bloglist, let alone posting. This is the start of the busy season for me. Because I live in the Midwest, we have warm weather from only spring through fall. As a result, garage sales are only spring through fall.
While some antique dealers around here buy year round from auctions and estate sales, only a few of us will admit the truth: we buy our inventory from garage sales.
That being said, I've been busy with junking. And now that I'm in 3 locations for selling my wares, I feel scattered. Plus, next week is the Fleeting Flea in Overland Park, Kansas. It's a 2-day show and I will blog about this on Monday. If you live here, and even if you don't, this will be an awesome event. My friend Antonia Roper from The Beehive, a soul sister, will be sharing a space with me.
In this business, there's got to be a way to "pay" myself on a semi-regular basis. I haven't figured out how to actually make a living with this. There's a balance and I have yet to find it. I would appreciate comments. I do take my business seriously, as does Uncle Sam. I become slightly irritated when people say, "well, Diane, it's a nice hobby for you...as long as you break even..."
I don't expect Target or Walmart or the dentist to break even. Why should I when I spend a lot of time each month buying, fixing, painting, tagging, researching, and hauling?! Thus the plight of the antique dealer...