My wife’s antique mall booth and how I became a poet of bric brac.
Here’s the gig, mostly: get up early and haunt estate sales, buy low and sell higher. And that’s it. I had fun accompanying her to some of these—even found some cool things incredibly cheaply—but, it’s over now. In the end, she kept it going for just over a year. She made money doing it—several hundred…
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