And, I'm afraid, not without a bitter edge to my polite response.
The good news is, I stopped & considered how many people (on Etsy, on Artfire, on their own!) are trying to make a living doing what they love, selling vintage.
It Isn't New
Vintage is not for everyone. Vintage is used. GASP! Yes, dear, it's used, by someone else in another era, another lifetime, city, state, country, economic class, someone you don't know, but someone who, perhaps, had a style, a way of living, dressing, decorating that speaks to your adventurous or nostalgic tastes. Amen.
The Repair Artist
So, you turn to the people who deal in vintage. We are a curious bunch, drawn like crows to thrift shops, flea markets, church bizarres, estate sales, looking for pieces that spark our curiosity and hopefully that of our customers. We take the dusty, the tarnished, the thread worn, tossed aside for something new, and bring them back to life. We wash and scour, vacuum and iron, wax and polish, sand and hammer, repaint, realign with great fervor our visions of lost beauty.
But it doesn't stop there. Now we photograph it, make it appealing on a flat screen what you can not touch or hold up to the light yourself. We are painstakingly finicky about our photos too--when the lights not right or the backdrop doesn't pop, when the wind is blowing, while I'm trying to shoot scarves. Oye.
We measure & research--oh, the research! Because there is always something new to know, about fabric or shoe sizes, electrical wiring or antique plastics, designers, makers, logos, union labels, patent numbers, eras, wars, styles!
Then we write something pithy, alluring, pleasing and informative for each and every single piece.
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There is a lot more we do too. We correspond, answer shipping questions, at dawn or midnight, for buyers in Australia or Singapore. We advertise, write thank you notes, spend more time at the post office than we would like, shop for packing tape & tissue paper and are constantly eyeing for clean boxes & bubble wrap. The list goes on.
So the next time you run into that vintage seller you know, please don't say "Are you still selling stuff on EBay?" The couch potato images, the Day's Of Our Lives marathon, the Cheetos, make me cringe. Say, instead, "How interesting! How devoted. What great finds have you uncovered? How exciting," because I assure you she is working quite hard, long hours, odd hours, between hours, or simply, most all of the time.
So, here's to you, the vintage sleuth, the thrift store enthusiast, the estate sale picker, the visionary recyclers. You rock.