Latest little creation to show you ...
Using amazing original 1930s photos.
Sorry haven't blogged for a while, my time has been spent on other things recently.
Like trying to earn an honest crust!!
As markets and my unit are still off limits, I'm having to delve deeper and deeper into selling online.
Although I'm not a huge fan of it, the sorting out of loads of photos, the endless chasing of people, waiting for replies, payments etc, but I have to say, the whole enterprise has been a roaring success!!!!
I will, one day, set up my own online shop, but for now I'm just using the Facebook Marketplace.
And, in general, unlike markets, you tend to get the price you actually want for the item!!!
Apart from the odd chancer, who tries it on and wants something half-price, (seriously mate???)
So it has been a little peep into the future for me. Avoiding certain scenarios does sound appealing. Check out my monologue below about the routine of outdoors vintage markets ...
Stacking tonnes of boxes in the lounge the night before a market, then getting up at 4am, loading up the van, driving 50 miles to a field, pay £25+, unload van, display everything, (all the while checking the sky for the inevitable rain clouds), watch as people walk straight passed your stall, explain to someone that "no that isn't overpriced that is the normal price for those", barter with someone else who wants it for less than half-price as they've seen one on Ebay, wonder how the person on the stall opposite has been selling all day, finally sell a few bits myself, starts to rain, all punters disappear, pack up everything, drive back 50 miles, unload van, relocate boxes around house so I don't trip over them, tot up the final tally and find you've made £50, minus stall money, minus petrol money, convince myself that could still technically be a profit, then remember on the way to the loo you spent £25 on something you thought you could make a profit on one day, so actually the day is big loss and, well, lets face it, a bit of a waste of time.
Hmm, gets you thinking doesn't it!!!!
Today was one of those days when you know you are going to achieve absolutely nothing.
So I bunged on some classic Acid Techno to see where my brain took me ...
Then I looked at one of the scraps of paper I have on my desk, where I'd randomly scribbled the phrase You Are Free To Do As We Tell You.
I saw it a couple of weeks ago online somewhere, and loved it, as it sounded like a great slogan or album title from an Industrial band. The cynicism and irony is perfect.
Turns out it was a quote from much-missed US comic legend Bill Hicks.
So here is an Acid Techno inspired collage I've done, featuring the phrase ...
Asked Siegfried Sassoon in his poem Aftermath.
And thankfully we haven't forgotten.
November 11th is still an important and emotional day.
Today is also the last of the Great War centenaries.
100 years ago today were the ceremonies of the burial of The Unknown Warrior in Westminster Abbey, and also the unveiling of the permanent stone Cenotaph in Whitehall.
Below is an original 1920s photograph of the Cenotaph.
You can just make out the people around it, laying flowers and wreaths to mark their lost ones from the war that had not long finished.
It had quickly become a national focal point for people's grief.
The Customs House in West Bay, Dorset is now closed, so I'm afraid you can't go there spending your money in my unit for a month!
Also, vintage markets and boot fairs are shut down, so the only income for me is for sales on the Facebook Marketplace, so do please have a look at what I've got up there.
For now it will be back to renovating and upcycling projects, and sorting out and photographing stock.
Dontcha just love 2020 ...
Before the next lockdown, you still have a few days to go mad in my unit at The Customs House!!!
Based down in West Bay, Dorset, The Customs House is a fantastic old building right next to the beach.
Upstairs you'll find my unit, packed with goodies!!!
Since it reopened after the first lockdown, it has been absolutely flying, with record sales!!!
So get shopping ...