Showing posts with label First Monday Trade Days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label First Monday Trade Days. Show all posts

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Dallas, episode 2. In which money talks.

Have I mentioned my Peanuts collection?  If you are keeping track of the multitudes, then, yes, you might recall a photo of a 3-D Snoopy happy dance pin picked at the Randolph Street Market in Chicago (Chicago-Indiana-Michigan, episode 9).  This metal sign is not quite as vintage as that picked pin, but it won my heart after meeting my collector's gaze that cool Canton-First-Monday Thursday and is now packed away with the (too many) Christmas decorations awaiting another post-Thanksgiving rescue from long-term storage.

It was also the first item I picked up and consequently purchased (for six dollars) that crisp day.

When you are planning on spending a day fleamarketing, one of the things you must consider is how you pay for purchases.

Whether Mari and I are hosting a garage sale or enjoying a Saturday morning in search of that perfect garage sale (still searching), there are two essentials on our list.  If it is hot (and it usually is--thank you, 101-degree-still-February-record-breaker this past week!) then bottled water is third.

First is cash.  More and more vendors at large fleamarkets are accepting credit cards thanks to the ease (perhaps a little too easy) with which such transactions are handled via smartphone apps,
e-mail receipts included.

Credit card payment apps come in especially handy whether you are buying vintage silver Southwest jewelry in Long Beach, for example, or even Lea Stein celluloid cat pins at Les Puces de Saint-Ouen in Paris or on Portobello Road in London (working up to that blog series, I promise!).

Most fleamarket and garage sale transactions, of course, are easily and best handled with cash.  Cash helps you control your spending, but you need to be prepared with small change.  A quick visit inside your bank (remember tellers or live-action-non-automated ATMs?) the day prior to sale day will net you the small change necessary to swiftly score the best deals.

You can't exactly bargain your way down to $6 (from $8) for Peanuts metal decor then pull out a pile of Harriet Tubmans (just trying it out) for payment.  I wouldn't go so far as to call it unethical, but it's just not the right thing to do.

Having been on the receiving end of such transactions, I know how defeatedly depleted (crappy) I felt transferring ownership of once beloved collectibles to bargain hunters pulling wads of twenties from their pockets.

Keep small bills and maybe a twenty in one pocket and the rest of your cash stash stashed.  Never insult a hard-working dealer.

Back to my list of two essentials.

Two is pretty much common sense, but sometimes that's easier said than done, especially if you haven't had your morning coffee yet.  Take a strong bag along to collect your loot.  Dealers often have reused shopping bags available for your purchases, but you can't always count on that. Besides, walking around with those plastic bag handles digging into your hands is not the best thing for you or your rescued collectibles.  Get a strong-handled tote bag or backpack and have it readily available in case there is an impromptu fleamarketing trip on your weekend horizon.

Mari and I keep a storage bin in the garage with leftover shopping bags and paper that formerly wrapped breakables brought home from shopping trips.  Instead of tossing these or recycling them in a traditional sense, we give them a new purpose as they transport secondhand goods away from our own garage sales to new homes near and far.

In case you're wondering, that's one or more of my fingers hovering over the photo of my wife and the next photo of Mari with her sister. Not a UFO (not really).  Still trying to get used to wrapping my clumsy hands around my new phone.

By the way, isn't a one-dollar-table one of the greatest fleamarket sights ever?!  That next table loaded with vintage kitchen storage containers is another welcome sight for this collector.

As I wrap up this quick revisit to an old fleamarket favorite, I wanted to share a final photo, which is actually the first photo I took that Thursday morning.  It's your first view of the Trade Days grounds as you cross the short covered entrance bridge.


It's also a picaresque parting shot of a memorable winter day (winter by Texas standards anyway) spent with family, friends, and favorite fleamarketed finds.

We stick around the Dallas and Fort Worth area for a few new old adventures next time.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Dallas, episode 1. In which we go for a short Texas drive.

When I first met Mari for that soon-forgotten-then-magically-remembered Wheel of Fortune "date" (Chicago-Indiana-Michigan, episode 1) I was an accounting major.  I also had this distant vision that I would be living in a small town in Maine after graduation, too, even though I had never (at the time) stepped foot in the Pine Tree State.  It may have been the influence of one of my favorite writers and the setting of some of his early novels (and possibly my frequent lobster cravings), but I envisioned a peaceful life in which I was reviewing ledgers by day, writing the next great American novel at night, and sitting on the cool craggy beaches and getting inspired on the weekends.  No hidden alien transports, horrific souvenir shops, or post-apocalyptic gunslinging missions for me and my bucolic imagination, thank you, although I loved and still love experiencing all of Stephen King's vivid drama, albeit vicariously.  We'll get back to how I ended up more than 2,000 miles away from that early vision (and how I wound up changing my major to English when I was a college senior) another blog time.

At this point, I've been a Texan longer than I ever was a New Yorker (but as my Northeastern brethren know all too well, the New Yorker never leaves you).  One of the first things you learn about living (and driving) in Texas is that Texas is big.

Texas is big.

From McAllen, you need drive nearly 500 miles before entering another (US) state, so let that be your guide.  Mari and I don't think much of driving a couple hundred miles each way for an overnight trip and, of course, we drive long distances to spend time with family any time.  A recent holiday trip to Dallas happily coincided with a very special monthly fleamarket which we had not visited in about 15 years and which we were thrilled to revisit once again with fleamarket-loving family in tow.

That's Mari with her dad at the end of the day with everybody's haul.

Canton's First Monday Trade Days marketplace has a very long history and a very big following (and, like Texas, covers a very large area).  Regularly scheduled on the weekend before the first Monday of every month, the outdoor marketplace covers a colorfully pastoral fairground about 60 miles east of Dallas.  For helpful planning details, including a full history and some great old photos, visit the informatively Texas-friendly site.


Wanting to share the experience of our picturesque winter day, I traipsed the trails with camera at the ready, bringing up the rear (as always), while Mari and her sister and family, as well as my wonderfully adventurous fleamarket-loving in-laws explored away.  Below, I'm sharing some of the best views from that day (it really was a full and exhaustingly wonderful day) although, believe me, I've held back some.





Notice the unusual fleamarket stand in the middle of the bottom row?  Here's a closeup. 


Could not help but smile (and snap a photo) upon seeing this cleverly recycled vehicle for secondhand goods.

I have lots more photos to share (and perhaps a story or two).
Next time.