Here's me behind my half-table at the BlogHer Swap Meet . Thanks to my new friend and fellow vendor, Lotta, for taking this picture. More on her later.
This was my oh-so-nice neighbor, Amy Turn Sharp, who didn't even scream as she witnessed what looked like a flea market barfing all over the other half of her table. Amy and her husband own Little Alouette and make baby teethers & rattles out of locally harvested wood in Ohio.
Amy is a blogging superstar, and was selected to read one of her posts at the Community Keynote. Yes, the same keynote for which my posts weren't selected. And after listening to the bloggers who were selected, I realize that I need about 157 more years to hone my writing skills before I would try again. One of my favorite humor pieces was one by Danielle from Knotty Yarn. Here's the video of her reading (it is not safe for work, which is my favorite kind of video).
I took your advice and packed a vintage suitcase stuffed with linens, tiny jars of buttons, vintage coloring books, goodie bags of vintage price tags and so much more. I attached a clothesline across the front of the table (which was already covered with a tablecloth and draped). It was pinned with those freaky flashcards and the horse show prize ribbons.
I sold the flashcards individually ($2 each or 3 for $5). They were definitely a best seller, along with the sex books and medical journals.
I sold six out of the seven books that I brought. Thank god for all of the twisted and perverted bloggers who purchased books from me (especially that one who bought three books - you know who you are). Those books were too damn heavy to lug back to the airport.
My Moo business cards were a big hit, too. Throughout the conference, I had some bloggers ask to see all of the cards, and then pick the one that they liked best. It was a fun and easy way to let people know what I blog about, since there didn't seem to be any other antiques bloggers at BlogHer (at least none that I knew about).
I met some other vendors that were really sweet, including Velma who blogs anonymously at A Smeddling Kiss. I was fascinated by the fact that she doesn't use her real name on her blog and that her extended family doesn't know about it. The funniest was when she walked out of a session called "Blogging Identities and You", which was a panel discussion about blogging anonymously, and she randomly ran into someone that she went to high school with (and hadn't seen since). Of course, her first question was, "Why does your name tag say Velma? That's not your name."
I found a vintage soul mate in Lotta from Mom-o-matic, who makes jewelry out of vintage buttons. I traded some of my junk for two pairs of totally hip earrings and two hair pins. I love how she uses old photos as the backing for her earrings. And tiny flashcards for her hair pins. To top it off, Lotta packages her items in vintage-style peanut & popcorn bags. So freakin' cute. Lucky for you, she has an Etsy shop that she frequently updates with new stuff. I double love her because she bought my blue vintage suitcase to display her wares at craft shows and whatnot. One less thing that I had to bring home.
Make sure you click on the picture to see the adorable pink & white hair pin with the pair of jitter-bugging dancers. I wore it to the fifties-themed BowlHer party at the Lucky Strike Bowling Lanes on Saturday night.
Here I am with my new friends Gwen and Lotta on our way to the BowlHer party. That was the first time that I'd bowled in over 15 years. Bowling balls are a lot heavier than the Wii remote. Thankfully, all of that heavy lifting didn't keep me from doing the running man on the dance floor later that night.
We had so much fun at that party that I can't even share the photos without getting explicit written permission from them first. And I doubt that will happen.
But here is one of Lotta at a different party with a blow-up doll. Just my luck...the one party that I missed had blow-up dolls!
I'll have much more about BlogHer in my next post. Perhaps I will eventually get to the part where I learned stuff. Or maybe not.
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For your reading pleasure:
Lotta has her own crafting column at Try Handmade.
Read Gwen's About Me page - she grew up in the jungles of Indonesia. She only had electricity for three hours a night. And I thought I had it rough because my mom wouldn't let me watch The Newlywed Game or chew Bubbalicious.

