We ain't we, it's me and him...

Flea Market 

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Like I was saying, just because it's free doesn't mean it is good for you!


So from doing events that where free we ran into people who thought our jewelry was free. I mean seriously; gemstones that are worth almost $100 a strand,  you wanted us to make the price so low, that I couldn't even pay myself back for it. I mean seriously, but people really wanted us to sell our items for little to nothing, and tried to haggle us down to a penny. It became embarrassing, I mean we worked so hard, and you bring our value down when you do that, not a good look. So with each event, and no money being made, my heart began to sink. I was starting to believe that maybe we needed to drop the prices so people would buy. But, I was reminded by a good friend that: "people who appreciate quality will pay for it". So with that being said, I picked up my feelings, and moved on to events where the people wanted to pay. 


That's when I got my MOJOE back! Yep, yep, I was feeling good feeling great. Until summer came, and then the partnership started to fizzle out. From the words of one of my favorite rappers; Mr. Jay-Z , "we ain't we, it's me and him (really her, you get what I'm saying) that's right me and partner started to go our separate ways. And boy did that go down south. When people tell you not to go into business with friends that's so true, I mean, where still friends, but we had a falling out for about a year. And it took that year to really find out what running a business took. While we had fallen the business was at a standstill. I was doing me, and he was doing him. He was still in the picture, but not in full focus. 

At this point I couldn't let a little nothing mess up my big something. So I got on the good foot, and found a new avenue.  SIDEBAR> If you didn't know this about me, I'm from Baltimore, and one of my favorite things about my home is the Flea Market. My father and I would go just about every weekend. So going down memory lane one day, a light bulb want off in my head, DING! Go and sell your jewelry at the flea market, YAHTZEE! That's what I did. I called, made my payment and I was in there like swimwear. Every weekend from 7-5; I was busting my hump to make it happen. My God-Sister and I was up every weekend for 3 months going up and down Route 70 faithfully. Can we say hustle real hard? I was working 7 days a week, no break at all. (Can you feel my passion yet) 

God-Sister at Flea Market 

People always ask me was it worth it? And I tell them, you have to try it for yourself to see. I mean I can say it wasn't the best place to set up, but hey you'll never know if you don't try.  I can honestly say I had a good time, it was a learning experience, it really showed me what it took to be a self made millionaire! You liked that one, didn't you?  lol But seriously, I wouldn't trade my time there for nothing. During my months at the flea market,  partner was still on his Jay-Z, here but not here. Did it feel good no, was I mad? Yes, did I get over it? barely. But hey in the world of business you need to brush your shoulders off and move on to the next one; and that's exactly what I did, on to the next one, on to the next one I went. It was just me, and I had to make it do what it do. 


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Flea Market