Holy poop! It’s been many, many months since I’ve posted. I just thought I’d update you. This morning I signed the paperwork and paid first month’s rent on a new space at 1817 Main Street Vintage, an antique store in downtown Vancouver. I’m now, officially, a dealer. (The legal kind.) My friend and I did indeed call our partnership “Gables,” and we made loads and loads of stuff together, and we did the flea market, and it was an epic fail. Except that it wasn’t.
All told, we lost money. We only did $45 in sales, and it cost us about $150 in fees and materials to do our booth. We were both heartbroken. But all the vendors at the market did poorly, so we knew it wasn’t our stuff, which ROCKED and was priced right. Here is some of our stuff:
BUT! BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT! THERE’S ANOTHER BUT, AND IT’S GOOD! The owner of a local antique store—and the sponsor of the flea market—LOVED our stuff and appreciated our skill with display and offered us a space in her store. Carrie decided not to do it—she’s got four kids and no mother-shaped hole in her heart like I do, and she hadn’t just quit a job she loved and she wasn’t necessarily looking for anything to make herself busier than she already is. But I was. I am. I need something to pour my heart and mind and efforts into. I need to create something. Maybe lots of somethings.
So I accepted the store owner’s offer, and my new space, called DandyLion, will open September 1. I’ll be starting a new WordPress blog to document my vintage finds and my creations, and detail the evolution of the space, and get a buzz going. Sorry to everyone who isn’t local or who doesn’t give a crap about vintage or upcycled home décor nonsense. You’re right, it’s really not that important. It’s just fun!
I’ve just finished designing my new logo, which you can see here:
I really have to fix that gray part in the back. Or maybe I like it. I don’t know yet.
In other news, Simon got sick of seeing me mope around the house all jobless. (Translation: He got sick of seeing me sitting on the couch playing Words with Friends and not making any money.) So he got sick of me pretty much on all counts, and got ANOTHER meeting with the publisher of the Vancouver Business Journal—with whom we’d already met several times—to say: Seriously. We REALLY WANT TO DO THIS COOL THING. AND IT WILL MAKE YOU MONEY. And the cool thing in question is to take a website that already exists and is owned by the Vancouver Business Journal but with which not much is being done (whew! The prepositions!) and to make it into a very relevant events-based site with a local focus and including things like a community calendar, restaurant reviews, and an emphasis on the arts and entertainment. AND GUESS WHO WOULD BE THE MANAGING EDITOR?
No. Not Oscar the Grouch.
ME! ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!
And the publisher said Hmmmm. And then he said OK, let’s have another meeting, this time with more people. And we had that meeting, and behold, it was good. And at the end of that meeting, he said: Let us proceed as though this cool thing is going to happen. Let us, in fact, have another meeting in which we discuss even more specific things, and let us plan on launching this cool new website in the late fall or perhaps early winter. And lo, this meeting shall certainly come to pass.
So, I could be like an actual working editor again, paid with actual real dollars. WOOT!
In other other other news, Dad’s wedding is in a week.
But I don’t want to talk about that.