robert. wrote:Murph i make a living in the antique business. It's a hard living know. Sarge it was rumored Deloreans came to the usa. packed with cocaine. A joke kind of loses it's luster if you need to explain it. I have worked in the old delorean farmhouse in summit nj.( not for delorean)
A joke is like a vanity plate; a waste if it is obscure enough that it
needs be explained.
We always have loved antiquing, and used to find the antique malls a great way to spend a winter's afternoon together. We have found the pricing to not reflect reality in recent years, though, and the amount of overpriced rummage, old broken junk, twigs-and-barnwood "crafts" and "primitives" has drowned out the "real stuff". The "antique malls" of today aren't very descerning about what standards a "dealer" meets to display there, any more.
The effort put in by a "dealer" today is merely to chuck a bunch of crap from some little old lady's estate or the end-of-yard-sale leavings into the space with no culling of the junk (even the modern stuff!) and no effort expended to present. Let it sit for a while and let the punters sort it rather than make any effort themselves.
That'd be OK if the pricing reflected the notion I'm doing the work, not the self-styled dealer, but that ain't the way it works anymore. Flippers think they are somehow entitled to a pretty massive profit for no value added; don't clean it up, don't even sort the books, just pile it up off the truck.
We are constantly amused (as frequent shoppers we see this) at the favourite topic of conversation between flippers, how they found this dingus for X and how much they made on it (loudly with customers present? Really?) or when someone goes through and doubles the tag-prices and puts a sign up for "50% off entire booth".
I have no problem with someone
earning an honest profit with knowledge, integrity, a little effort in repair and cleaning of an item within the strictures of an "antique", and a little effort to seperate the wheat from the chaff, but in that game I won't pay a premium merely because something passed through a flipper's hands with no value added; no entitlement for breathing in that game. Instead, I'll go compete with them at the buyer's end and get mine at yard sales and auctions on the cheap end of the chain right along with'm.
I sympathise; I'd bet a true antique dealer does find it a hard living competing with the flippers that have invaded the field...