I've written before about "junk desperation"- the feeling that comes when I go for a long stretch without a really good junking day.
In the past, junking desperation has led me to drive to distant cities (Topeka, Kansas or Grain Valley, Missouri; you know- really off the grid) to search for goodies to resell. Often, I've ended up disappointed because I don't find anything I want, or anything I want at a reasonable price. Not only do I come home empty handed, but I'm frustrated about wasting an afternoon that could have been spent crafting or reading or watching Law and Order re-runs.
Junking desperation has also led me to estate sales that are too far away, too expensive, or just too boring- new stuff, dollar store stuff, Beanie Baby and Nascar collections- stuff that someone will want, just not right for me.
I usually can tell by reading the ad if a sale will be the kind I want to go to, but junking desperation can lead to wishful thinking.
Some people may say I'm a hoarder. But I think a hoarder is someone who can't get rid of things. I'm more than willing to sell just about anything, I just don't have the time or energy to sort and price everything.
It's much easier to buy an entire box of jewelry or a jar of buttons than it is to organize them to sell.
While I browsed my craft room, treating it like my own personal estate sale, with the bonus of everything being priced at $0, I brought my camera along.
Some things in my craft room aren't for sale- like my shadow box of "B" pins. The only people that would really want them would be another Beth, or maybe Betty or Barbara.
But I've got a plenty of things I bought with the idea of re-selling, but I never got around to pricing them. Eventually they were put in my craft room, to get them out of the way, or with the idea that I'd use them in some future project.
But looking around, if I get my organizing skills in gear, I should have no problem with restocking my booth, with the added advantage of clearing out some space in my own house.