acceptance

it wasn't a whim really.  it was intentional.  a step forward for me, supported by good friends, into the unknown.  just wait until you hear what i did....

i have a lot of vintage things.  i want them and don't want them at the same time.  i've boxed them, unboxed them, sorted and reboxed them. 

i've spent countless hours pondering them.  i've made my friends ponder them.  and then i got an idea that i should try to sell them.  it was suggested that i sell them at a vintagey antique store like the barn.  but i had other ideas.  and i have this amazing space that is just begging to be transformed and adorned with all of this vintagey sweet goodness.  but alas, too many treasures just become burdensome. 

so back to selling.  i researched and found people having vintage markets at their houses.  and i learned that advertising home markets is best done at outdoor markets with traffic.  right.  and then i met amy.  a friend of a friend.  and i emailed her.  and she emailed back.  turns out, last year amy started the horseshoe craft and flea market.  so i applied as a vintage collector. 

and...drumroll please....

last night i was driving home and heard the email ding on my phone.  i vaguely acknowledged that there was an acceptance deadline to this market thing.  truth be told, i just dismissed the idea altogether.  i had moved to plan b. 

i was shocked to see the subject line that read - Horseshoe Craft and Flea Market ACCEPTANCE!

graphic courtesy of horseshoe craft and flea market

i pulled over.  my heart raced.  i cried. 

summary:  sounds silly, but that first step was a doozy for me.  i had to get out of my comfort zone and DO something.  i don't know what it is that i'm doing.  but i know i'm not alone.  and i know that i will have the most amazing vintage space at an outdoor market ever.  woot!