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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!
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