I attended one of those antique shows where each person rents a table and sells their wares. It was not a particularly interesting one, and I had to pay $5 admission. There were hundreds – and I mean hundreds – of teacups and saucers, and many things that I remember from growing up. Things we don’t have any more because, well, they are old and crappy and we donated them.
But yet in our new society – founded on renew and reuse – these things are rescued from thrift stores across Canada and dragged out to “Retro Decor and Antique” shows. Records, jewelry, dishes, books, needlearts, etc, all on display to fill my house up with my parent’s and grandparent’s junk.
As I wandered the aisles with my aunts and grandmother – with my aching back due to walking at cane speed – I pondered the lifestyle of one of these vendors. Every weekend, filling up the car with your wares, driving to the Croatian Community Centre (or the like), hauling boxes in, unpacking, listening to people haggle, and then packing up most of you stuff again at the end of the day. Probably 20 of your weekends a year.
That sounds like moving 20 times a year to me. What a nightmare. That and running a B&B – no thanks.
We discussed this with one vendor – a lady as antique as her jewelry items. She agreed, it was a lot of work, and could be difficult sometimes.
October 21st, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Afterall – she had to take the Handy Dart to these show. Yes, the Handy Dart that takes seniors or handicapped to doctor’s appointments. I guess they’ve expanded their services.