I just got back from 'Dealer Day' -- the one Sunday a month when the mall owners open up at 10:00 so the dealers can work in their booths without customers there. I brought in a new shelf unit and then spent hours (literally) rearranging everything. It's alot like moving the furniture in your house -- you move just one thing and at the end of the domino-effect, you've moved everything in the room, including the stuff on the walls!
It's lots of work, but also lots of fun. I especially like talking to the customers as they come through when the mall opens at 12:00. I've noticed that some dealers ignore the customers who walk past or stop in while they're working. I do the opposite -- I always say hello and ask them if they're having fun. I think antique malls are fun, so why shouldn't they? I have the best conversations with them, often about what I sell, how I find it and how I identify it. I think customers are as naturally curious about the selling process as I used to be. I've even had customers ask me why I sell and if it's hard to let things go.
Which brings me to the title of this post (I bet you thought I'd never get there, didn't you?) I had a waterfall desk at the mall for months (here it is at the front of the booth).
I sold it on Friday (FINALLY)! Today, I was talking to one of my friends who works there and she told me how completely over-the-top thrilled the young woman was who bought it. She was so excited to find a waterfall desk at that price, which she could afford. That made me feel wonderful -- just like when the young couple bought my yellow formica table and were so happy to have it for their kitchen.