What's it like being a dealer? Difficult one that! While I am already passionate about antiques, being a dealer takes a bit of the shine off it, because you are buying to SELL not buying for YOUSELF as a collector. This means the excitement of going to antique fairs to buy, becomes the absolute nightmare of going to SELL. Why a nightmare you may ask..well here goes
1) getting up at the crack of dawn is not something for those who love their beds like me
2) being organised...I am the worlds worse organiser
3) packing the car the night before when all you want is to curl up in front of the TV with a glass of Merlot
4) offloading all the stuff when you get there and setting up ( inevitably leads to some really bad arguments)
5) waiting for someone to buy with baited breath, 5 hrs later you are still waiting!
6) toilet break, tea break, lunch break WHAT BREAK?
7) packing up afterwards is even worse than unloading
Then you have to do it ALL OVER AGAIN
Oh my days !!!
But then the good points are
1) you generate an income albeit a small one
2) you are your own boss
3) you don't have to worry about Monday's
4) you can watch TV when you want
5) you get to obtain some absolutely fabulous pieces ( ok you have to sell them but just for a short while they are YOURS)
6) you can slouch around in your onesie and no-one sees you (well except the poor traumatised postman)
Being a DEAF antiques dealer is slightly even worse, because you get dear old gentlemen wanting to buy something mumbling at you to ask the price, and look like a deer in the headlights when you mention you are deaf! Mind you, I usually get a lecture about how they have lost their hearing or their wife's mothers auntie has a deaf dog.
Bidding at auction (hysterical laughter) is...well...educating. The auctioneer goes so fast and their language is so weird you need a crash course in auction language before you set foot through the door. I have since learnt anything with the dreaded letters AF (as found) is a pottery equivalence of a car crash (cups with no handles, jars with no bottoms, clocks that don't and never will work again)
(After buying several AF lots myself ) I usually bid online ( oh the wonders of the Internet) although they slap you with a charge for doing so...discrimination you yell...actually in the world of antiques I doubt anyone knows what discrimination means !
However...in the journey I have made many great friends, met many weird wonderful people (like me) gone to many places I never would have, woken up to the fact the antique world is another 'community' with bitchiness, rivalry and backstabbing (which I find so very funny because when in the deaf community I thought we were the only ones who did that). I have experienced all weather ( and sleeping in the snow) I have sat outside basking in the sun and cursing in the rain, I have learnt how to manipulate, flutter eyelashes and play the little old lady when necessary and of course I have learnt about many antiques I never even knew existed, their background, their collectors and of course their prices!
I have got myself easily identified as "that nice little deaf lady" so I stick out like a sore thumb in spite of hardly knowing anyone's names everyone knows ME! I get the usual thumbs up sign, the usual kiss, hug and of course the goldfish mouthing of 'hello' or 'how are you my dearie' so I have become the antique dealers pet...the only deafie in the village
Would I change it? Well sometimes it's lonely, sometimes I miss the excitement of Fridays, and the team effect, Christmas holidays, bank holidays and so on, but hey I can go in the garden and drink wine in the sun whenever I want, keep lots of animals to satisfy my "mother earth" part of my personality.
All in all it's a challenge, it's not a nine to five job supporting a money grabbing giant, fighting stupid systems and red tape, it's not something you have to dress up for, follow corporate rules with endless pointless meetings. It's about using your brain for YOU, using your guts for YOU generating an income for YOU.
Well I am now off to feed my hens, ducks, cats and my dog..then I will visit my granddaughter, have a cup of tea then get back to sorting out my antiques for the next fair. I will forget about early mornings, horrid weather and unloading cars for the time being :-)