Hello, My Friends!~~
On Friday I went to a yard sale advertised on Craigslist. My Spideysense should have been on high alert that this sale was going to be a complete bust due to the language used in the ad. The sale promised "vintage" metal trucks, "vintage" postcards, and many more "vintage" household items. The fact that the author of this ad used the word "vintage" at least three times should have told me that this sale would not be for me.
I was right. Let me explain. In my past experience most of the yard sales and family run estate sales that use the word "vintage" in their ads, use the word as justification to hike the prices of the "vintage" items to the stratosphere. I have no problem using the word as an additional descriptor, it can be very helpful. But I don't choose to use the word to justify asking a price that is easily four times higher than one would charge at an antique mall or after an ebay bidding war.
At this yard sale, let me repeat, this Friday sale was advertised as a "yard sale", I about passed out when I saw the prices of the "vintage" items. The trucks, which I later researched on ebay and found the top bids ended around $40, had $96 price stickers on them. I picked up a cute storybook which was in very well-loved condtion and dropped it after seeing the $25 price tag. This book was from the 1940's or 50's and in very rough shape. $25? Maybe a dollar would have been more reasonable.
I turned to leave the yard sale, catching a glimpse of a package of bows from Family Dollar with the original dollar price tag, but with a yard sale price sticker of $2. Sheesh! Before I could slip quietly away, the man running the sale asked, "leaving so soon?"
I said "yes," that "there is nothing I can afford." I really didn't mean to let those words slip out. The man, who was an older gentleman, and quite nice said, "we can bargain." I thanked him but said we are too far apart in our prices. He wouldn't let me go, and asked me what I was interested in. I gave in and pointed out the $25 storybook. He asked what I would like to pay, and I told him honestly given the condition of the book that I would like to pay a dollar. Of course I knew he wouldn't sell it for that and I started back down the driveway. His wife with hair the color of old snow squawked from the end of the row of tables, "that book is vintage!"
I told her that I understood and tried to make a polite get away. Her husband said, "I can do $20 on it." Before I could say "no thanks" the wife shouted, "$25! It IS vintage!"
I waved and walked briskly to my car, mumbling "good luck" under my breath.
I snapped this photo through my car window so you can see that this was a yard sale...
The people you see aren't customers, but the people running the sale.
Well, call me cheap if you want, but I really think a yard sale is not an antique mall. Maybe I'm wrong.
But you all know what the bottom line is for folks like me (and maybe you) who look for reasonably priced vintage (yes, I said "vintage") goods to offer on-line at a modest price to like minded folks who appreciate them as much as I do!~~~Let's hope vintage-itis doesn't spread too much!~~~XXOO, Beth