Debating how much to bring to the big antique show on Saturday.
I had thought of $160, which is sorta of the max I work with. I don't plan on spending that much, but hey -- you never know. And you have to have the cash on hand, as there's no way to go back into town to get more (unlike Aberfoyle, where I've done that only once).
However -- it's beeing whittled away before I even get there. Yesterday, I was suckered into donating to the Heart and Stroke Big Bike, which I'm convinced is only a scam and a gimmick. Moving that Big Bike around? All the promotion attached to it? How much of your donation gets eaten up in fucking overhead? That's why I'm not a fan of corporatized charities -- so little of it actually goes to the cause it's meant to. I'm looking at YOU, breast cancer.
Anyway, money is draining already.
I have to bring my antiquing under control. Not that it's a lot of money as such (it's less money than a Starbucks habit, say), but I'm running out of space. I have to restrict my buying to certain key items, and ignore the rest. Which in theory should be OK -- the pleasure is in the hunt, right? That's why I've become so keen on hunting for jewellery for Mom. It keeps me out of trouble.
Spending has to be reduced across the board, really. I bought a biography of Robert Moses that I've been eyeing for a long time. It comes in on Amazon, and it's a huge fucker -- 1,200 pages. When the fuck am I ever going to read a 1,200 page book? On vacation? Not fucking likely. Hell, I didn't even get through Dick Burton's Diaries -- I only got 500 pages in by the time I got home again, and then everything fucking stopped. Too much to do.
Anyway. Yeah. Antiquing.
Restrict it to collections I already have. That's the only way. Everything is small, which works well, but even so...
God help me, I just love doing it too much. It's an addiction. It really is. I feel the itch to find things. And when I do find things, it only makes that itch worse. I have to find more.
Luckily (?), our mid-cent. Scandi stuff is getting less and less out there. It's all fished out, or is getting there. Not for furniture (which I have no desire for, or need), but all the little things.
Speaking of furniture, the shop in Buffalo has now come out with a chair, and named it after my late friend Cort.