Skip to main content

The Antique Dealer Is On The Move


My latest purchases. Two wonderful parson chairs covered very romantically in burlap and lace. Moving into my new antique booth today and these will set the tone for the look I want.


Writer, jewelry designer, sometimes antique dealer, dog hoarder. Love to use that slogan on my business cards for my writing life. Today the sometimes antique dealer is upcycling to antique dealer. Taking the sometimes out of the equation. I. Will. Be. Selling. Furniture. Again. Starting today.

I've had, and still will have, a lovely spot at Antiques In Old Town, in Lilburn, Georgia, one of my favorite spots to shop and lunch with my friends there. I sell jewelry, vintage and gently used pieces I can't stop from buying wherever I stop on days I need my 'fix'.  Furniture has been on the back burner because of my hip issues, and the fact I am now a wimp who can't lift heavy stuff.

A visit to Madison the other week put me back in my furniture game. I am moving into a tiny little nook at Madison Markets with furniture. Woo Hoo.  The two chairs above called to me yesterday. We're perfect for your new booth. I swear I heard them speak. And because I am the worst business person in the world, I thought, Hey, if they don't sell, they will fit right in my lovely dining room with the six foot farm table and other white chairs.

I wish I didn't love furniture as much as I do. It's a curse. I make a room lovely then find just one more thing. That desire to hunt treasures many moons ago turned me into an antique dealer. Not a truly professional one. My mind is always on the buying, not so much the selling. And I am known to lower prices so I can go back out and buy more.

I thought this silliness had stopped. But no. I have more furniture than my cottage can hold, even after rehoming many wonderful things during my move. And I am still shopping.

Excited to be part of the Madison Market. It is less than twenty minutes from my new little town. Some place close to me I can visit without driving the hour plus I do to reconnect with my old haunts. I want something to ground me closer to home, and this is it!

 Have a plan today to make the nook pop! We'll see. The chairs are tucked in my van and have been since I purchased them. Afraid if I bring them in they won't leave. Put on your big girl bloomers, I tell myself. I. Am. An. Antique. Dealer.  One that sells furniture again.

I can hoard dogs but I need to sell the goods I buy.

Sipping my coffee this morning I tell myself to stay with the plan!
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Day Two Quotes And A Little Pixie Dust

No hazelnut creamer in my coffee this morning. Life is sweet enough. A few weeks ago I made a promise to myself. No more complaining. No more 'what ifs'. No more waiting to move forward. So many things happened in the last year and a half that slowed me down, made me question who I was and what would I do for the rest of my life. Those thoughts kept me bogged down. Don't worry about the rest of your life, worry about today, became my new mantra. And things started happening. Good things, great things. The reason I moved from my home of thirty years to a small community an hour away - change. I needed change. My old life was good, but I wanted more. The house of my dreams, a chance to jump start my creative juices, and find my biggest adventure yet. You know, I am not a traveler, I am a nester, so that big adventure I want will still be outside my front door. Only this time my door is hinged to a wonderful renovated 1906 Victorian bungalow with sweet gardens, tall c...
Post a Comment
Read more

I'm a Pizza

I've been missing on my new blog. The everyday posting thing hasn't worked out for me. But on the other hand, I have been working on a new novel. So it's coffee with Nigel the character in my story that takes flight. I also visit Facebook with my coffee. A stalker of other lives. Is there inspiration to be found? A favorite shop posting a photo of an antique I can't live without. If so, I watch the clock until 10 am when most shops open and make a quick call. "How much? Yes. Perfect. Here is my charge card. I'll be in later today to pick it up." Lately, I wake up in the morning, fear at my heart, as I ask myself a simple question. "Did I buy anything online last night?" Like a drunk on a binge, I am out of control at 2 am, up on Etsy, clicking the 'put in your cart' button. I have a thing for jewelry with old tintypes of turn of the century people. "Dead People" I call the creations with photos dangling from chains of pea...
Post a Comment
Read more