Sunday at the Flea Market!!!

I am sitting in the truck watching flickering lights moving quickly across the fields.  Flashlights on their heads, flashlights in their hands, walking up and down the rolls of venders in hope to find the most valuable treasure that’s ever been selected. Rushing to pick it up before anyone’s finds it. It’s still dark,  they run to beat each other for the find.  Collectors, flippers, merchants, hoarders, they come in all different shapes,sizes. After the sun comes up, another group will start arriving, tire kickers, bargain hunters, hipsters, others bored, looking for something to do, spend a Sunday amazed about the many pieces of collectibles that people bring.

Its hard work, being a vendor at the flea market. It is not simple or easy,  one of the most tiring activity you will do.  First,  you must select what you want to sell (in other words, what you want to give up and possibly lose forever), that’s when the struggle begins.  The sorting of “stuff” sweaters together, pants, leather from cloth coats, bowls, light fixtures, shoes, boots, purses, it never stops, only when the truck is full.

Watch  the weather,  get the perfect location, set up the tables, presentation is everything.  Now, we just wait.. and not for long. 2, 3, 4 and more shoppers appear at once.  How much for this?  What would you take for this?  I don’t know, what do you think?? Will it fit? Would you take $$ ,  let us think about it..we love it!  That routine would  go on for hours.  Great sales, things sold that was a surprise!  What a day!! Exhausted, but pleased.  Extra cash, big hug and a high five.

Lets go get a Steak!!!!