Vintage Groupie — Top 5 Questions About Selling Online: Do You Agree?

Vintage Groupie — Top 5 Questions About Selling Online: Do You Agree?

Portuguese Chickens-- Not for Sale but FUN to collect.
Portuguese Chickens– Not for Sale but FUN to collect.

If you’ve been wanting to sell unwanted yard sale, or vintage collectible items but don’t have time to research all the online marketplaces available these days — your problem is solved. Vintage Groupie is a website dedicated to those who love to buy, sell, and collect yard sale and vintage items.

The initial focus will be on helping people sell online, but from time to time, we’ll throw in buying tips as well.

 

The million dollar question(s) we hear repeatedly are:

5. “Is eBay better than Etsy for selling vintage?”

4. “You can sell your own stuff on Amazon?”

3. “Isn’t Craigslist a bunch of creeps and spammers?”

2. “Are Facebook yard sale groups as great as everyone claims?”

1. “Which marketplace is the best for making money? Profits?”

 

Here’s my answer (Robin):

As a reseller, I’ve spent the last year selling both yard sale and vintage items at Amazon, Craigslist, eBay, Etsy, and Facebook. What I’ve discovered is each online marketplace has positive and negative aspects depending on the item for sale. Yes friends, in my NOT-even-close-to-scientific experiment, I’ve found that each spot works for profitable selling — it depends on the individual item, the time of year, your physical location, and, networking.

 

How Do You Make Money?

Understand each platform. It’s overwhelming, daunting, and time consuming to read, navigate, and understand everything, I know.

That’s where Vintage Groupie comes in. We’re going to share insights, easy how-to’s, tips, advice, and all the other stuff that can seem complicated at first. 

In all honesty, many people don’t have the time to read through the hundreds of guides, and tutorials for each web site; understandable. 

Stay tuned as we break it down for you, as best we can.

This is a great time to mention that Vintage Groupie DOES NOT claim to be an expert in the field of online selling, vintage and antique collecting, or Internet technology. We are a group of average people who enjoy selling yard sale and vintage items. Throughout our learning process, we’ve taken notes, watched trends, asked people for help, and navigated through the sea of sellers to carve out small profits, and a LOT of fun.

If you feel like you have something better to contribute, feel free to let us know.

If you disagree with one of our theories, let it rip.

If you have something to sell, PLEASE share it with us by using the (hashtag) #VintageGroupie on Tumblr, or on @Vintage_Groupie on Twitter.

We also love to buy, learn, explore, and share…. we hope you do too. 

Fondly,

 

Vintage Groupie(s)

6 Facebook Updates From the Archives

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The Irony: A Modern Day Madam Spammer

In dealing with mental health problems, it’s natural to also deal with self-esteem and self-worth issues which I find more and more ironic every day. Statistics indicate a significant amount of writers and authors who produce brilliant work, are also inflicted with issues concerning mental health. My favorite list is one from Listal that details award-winning authors and their actual or assumed diagnosis. Jack Kerouac was thought to be schizophrenic, Kafka endured years of severe depression, and many others were diagnosed with similar ailments.

Jack Kerouac
Cover of Jack Kerouac

Here’s an article about famous actors with mental health disorders.

The Irony?

I’m a PIMP! Yes, you heard me. I struggle daily with my talent to produce words, with overwhelming feelings of poor self-worth, inadequacies, and self-esteem problemos! BIG TIME!

English: Entrance to Madam Jojo's
English: Entrance to Madam Jojo’s (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

AND still…. I spend 5-8 hours a day pimping myself out to editors, social media sites, friends, family, and any damn person who’ll read something I wrote. I’m still baffled.

I’m too poor to hire someone so I pimp my writing out. A lot. My experience with pimping myself out has turned me into a modern day Madam—more commonly referred to as a “SPAMMER” — I admit it.

EVEN MORE ironic?

After intense pep talks with the friends living in my head (we need encouragement to “promote” my work), I become more depressed because of the obsession to check the stats on an hourly basis.

Like clockwork, I share a new blog on Facebook and almost ALWAYS immediately receive mobile notifications—“One friend ‘liked’ your new post.” My heart races, anticipation mounts…. 

THANKS MOM!                  

Self-pity, pimping, and on and on and on…..

Ironic!

(DAMN Nigerians are brilliant!)

How Facebook Burned Me With Target Advertising

Well played Facebook, and the geniuses who run the marketing department. This advertisement just showed up in my News Feed. Ironic? Hardly. I’ve spent the last few days creating blogs like a machine (no kids this weekend!), and what-do-ya-know? The crickets are back, and my posts are going unnoticed.

I guess I need to get with the program and:

  1. Create Better Blogs For People to “Pretend” to Read
  2. Start Writing During the Week Like Normal People
  3. Wait Until Christmas Eve to Post My Next Masterpiece. 

Right? I mean, it’s only the last week of summer… I can’t be the only loser protecting my skin from cancer by parking it on the couch. Right?

Keep scrolling…I’d like to answer Facebook’s question….

Facebook Burn: How target marketing is telling this writer that she sucks. "Tired of writing blogs that no one reads?" This author puts a funny spin on it.
Well Played Facebook and the “target marketing” advertising geniuses!!

Dear Marketing Stalkers at Facebook,

Thanks for the cool ad today, obviously, you all are paying attention to my blog. Whoot! Whoot! And, looks like I’m not the only one working today either–the robots didn’t get the weekend off? Boo!

Anyway, to answer your question:

FACEBOOK: “Tired of Writing Great Articles that Nobody Reads?”

LOSER BLOGGER: “No! I’m not tired of creating hilarious blog posts for my MOM to read. She’s a HUGE fan. Personally, I think I’ll just grab a piece of scented stationary and a pen for the next blog. I’ll whip up some fancy paragraphs full of calligraphy and send the post directly to her mail box. It’ll be cool.”

GOOD LOOKIN’ OUT FRIENDS! :)

 

Top 10 Funny Mishaps From 90-Year-Old Papa

My nap was interrupted this morning by overwhelming thoughts of my grandpa. We called him Papa Matteri. It’s a good thing I love him so much (may he rest in peace!), because missing my A.M. snooze makes me a little cranky. Originally posted on Robin Matteri Facebook in 2011

Papa died about one-month shy of his 90th birthday, so don’t be sad, he lived a full life. His life was a mixture of ups and downs; some good, some bad, some stupid, and some sad.

Papa Matteri and Nicholas
Papa and Nicholas (Age 3) cruising all over town together.To my sister, my cousin, and me he was always good, and always hilarious. For no reason, I feel like sharing–I think we can all relate, even if the stories are a little different.

The Top 10 Funniest Things Papa Matteri Did (off the top of my head!) before dying at 90

10. His desire to be deaf.

As a child, I remember my grandma constantly yelling at Papa about his hearing. She told us repeatedly that he “only heard what he wanted to hear.” As a child, this never made sense to me. I finally understood her frustration when I was an adult. The aggravation of trying to have a conversation with him became, at times, so unnerving that I just walked away.

Typical Conversation went like this:

Me: “You need hearing aids!!”

Papa:“Huh?”

Me:“Heeeaaarrrrinnngggg A-I-D-S!”

Papa: “Oh, shit, I can’t hear you.”

This exact interaction occurred between him and every member of my family on a daily basis.

9. Who wants to spy on Papa?

Let’s just say that as children we weren’t as fortunate as the youth of today with an abundance of technology. When we played, we had to get creative.

My grandpa worked the night shift at Hank’s Deli and would typically sleep a lot during the day. With nothing better to do, Michelle, Alan and I would crawl around the house like we were in the army, creep into Papa’s room with super stealth-like moves and totally mess with him.

We’d tickle his toes with a feather, tickle his nose or just crawl around trying not to laugh. The object of the game was to piss Papa off (for some reason), and we always won.

8. Yeah, I have my license, I can drive. I was 14.

He owned a 1972 Chevy Pick-Up (still parked out on the Ranch somewhere), and I wanted to drive. We were twenty-two miles north of Patterson when I asked him.

Papa's Chevy Robin Matteri Facebook
The Chevy Pick-Up- Maybe in not so much of its glory these days…but still alive.

I about panicked when he pulled to the side of the road on Highway 33, got out of the pick-up, walked to the passenger side, and told me to take over.

I made it less than a mile before I started crying, and fessed up.

7. Want to kill him and bury him in the backyard?

Ummmm, No.

I cross my heart; he was just acting macho. No one is buried in the backyard.

Papa ain’t that gangsta!

My Grandpa Being Funny
Papa Matteri and Tyler. He was always a funny man to us.

6. Who bought Papa, a cell phone?

Why, thank you Alan. In the event of an emergency, Alan thought it would be good for Papa to have a cell phone. Well, unlike the rest of my family, I answered when he called 300 times a day. Please refer to number ten on this list and imagine those calls.

5. His love of poker.

English: Quads Aces, to represent poker games.
English: Quads Aces, to represent poker games. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Back in the day (40-50 years ago), the hottest poker game in town and on the streets was called Lo-Ball. Papa loved his poker.

As the name implies, the object was to get the lowest five-card hand instead of the highest in most poker games.

Now, please keep this in mind: With seventeen years experience in the world of poker and casinos, I have heard everyone use “bad luck” to defend their losses in gambling. In most cases, luck had nothing to do with it.

Most people lose because they play poorly.

However, in all those years, I will confirm TWO people who truly had bad luck at the poker table.

One was Papa.

When I started dealing poker in the Central Valley, Papa began to become a more frequent customer.

“Looks like you’re working for free today Robin,” said my supervisor whenever he walked through the door. The entire card room called him Papa, and every time he played, I bankrolled him with my tips.

He could never figure out how to play “that stupid high game” (as he called it), so he sat down playing Omaha, a version of high and low poker. Without boring you non-poker people with all the details, let’s just say it’s a hard game.

Let’s also say that in small poker rooms customers are enticed to play with promotions and jackpots worth thousands of dollars. Poker players everywhere are waiting to hit the “jackpot” to break even from their losses.

One night I walked up behind Papa, as he was in a hand of Omaha, and I heard him say, “raise!”

He was excited; his hands were shaking like a leaf (odd for a veteran like him), and he couldn’t wait to dump all his chips into the pot.

Which he eventually did after a series of re-raises between two players. Papa, of course, was one of them.

When Papa was out of chips, it was time for the showdown. This is the part where the players turn their cards face-up.

I looked at Papa’s hand, and there it was in all its beauty…… 3-3-3-3. Quad 3’s. As Papa started to get excited, his opponent turned his hand over and beat him with a Straight Flush.

Papa was about 80 at the time, and this was the first time he had ever made a hand this big. AND OF COURSE, it got beat. And to kick an old man while he was already down, the hand didn’t qualify for any promotional jackpot. Papa got screwed that night. But don’t worry, he didn’t lose any money, I did.

He was back the following day as if nothing ever happened.

4. Papa and his scooter.

There are so many funny things to say about this and then, of course, there is a picture that will forever be in my heart. Him on his scooter and Nicholas on his tricycle, cruising around as happy as can be. BUT, the funniest thing ever was the time he ran Uncle Jack over with that thing—-TWICE!

Papa Matteri on his scooter after running Uncle Jack over
Looks like he’s aiming for Uncle Jack now.

It had apparently been having some problems so Uncle Jack said he would look at it. As he was inspecting the front-end, Papa hit the accelerator and knocked Jack to the ground. Funny huh?

Well, imagine what happened when Uncle Jack attempted to examine the rear of the vessel? You guessed it; one wrong move and Papa backed over Jack.

Happiness is witnessing those moments.

3. An illegal left turn.

As Papa approached 87 or 88-years old, the California Department of Motor Vehicles made him take a behind-the-wheel driving test before they would renew his license. Thank you DMV!

Papa failed this test due to an illegal left-hand turn on a red light.

Of course, his failed test was my fault.

According to Papa, I had messed with his visor earlier in the day, which obstructed his view, and caused him to think that under the RED light, there was a green arrow instructing drivers to turn left.

My bad!

2. All these old people.

At one point in Papa’s life, he was forced to stay in a nursing home to recover from a hospital visit. It was minor; his stay was short and we visited almost every day. He was 88 years-old.

At one visit, he looked at me and said, “all these old people are making me depressed.” I freaking busted up laughing.

First of all, he had them all out-aged by at least 20 years, and second, every time we visited he would lay in his bed and all dramatic about his situation. Seriously, it was a wound on his leg that was taking a long time to heal. However, the drama king didn’t realize how depressed he made us by begging us to kill him on every single visit.

“Just put a pillow over my head!”—Papa from the Nursing Home to Me

OMG…… oh and while I’m thinking about it….thanks to the facility for also allowing him access to a PHONE!!

“Robin come kill me. Robin, come kill me”

To which I responded:

“I can’t Papa. Tyler and Nicholas need a mom who isn’t in prison.”  

My bad….again!

1. Going to Alaska.

In 2005, Papa was about 82 or 83-years old, when he called me. “Robin, I’m going to Alaska.”

Say what??!!

Papa needed me to go with him to Modesto to get his birth certificate so he could get a passport, because he was “going to drive an old man and his camping trailer to Alaska so the old man could go fishing.”

Deep breath.

The “old man” was 90 and blind. Why was this happening? How did no one in the family try to stop him? Why were we already at the point in this mission where he was convinced he was going? Why was I getting in my car to take him to get his birth certificate?

Well, because he was an old man. To hell with it. Let it be known now, since it’s obvious they made it to Alaska and back safely, that Papa had very little feeling in his feet and had to tap his hands continuously because they felt numb all the time.

The deaf old man (refer to number 10), and the blind old man took a three-week journey to Alaska and back. If I had honestly thought they were going all the way, I would have contacted Hollywood and installed hidden cameras. I thought for sure Papa would get to Sacramento (the next day) and say something similar to this: “forget this, I’m going home.”

But, he didn’t.

He took that old man fishing.

Man, I miss him.
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By The Time I’m 40 Facebook Archives of My Life From 2009

 

Over the course of my history on Facebook, I have shared everything about my life. Here is one from the archives that has put a little pressure on me. In 2009, I had a goal— Oops! I had 4 years and 364 days to accomplish it but like always, I’ve procrastinated. 100 days to go…. 

 

 

By the Time I'm 40
Facebook Archives of my Life Infographic- By the Time I’m 40.

Multiple Choice: Tina Fey, Me, or My Mom? You Decide

Hi friends, visitors, and accidental tourists.

In addition to the long-standing Facebook debate regarding the identity of this “Glamour Shot” via web cam—

I’d also like to call attention to one more thing—

Please stand, and join me in welcoming myself into the year 2014! 

YAY!! I figured out the web cam, the telephone that “didn’t exist” and I’ve managed to answer a call–or two.

Multiple Choice: Tina Fey? Me? My Mom?

Who is this? As I took the picture this morning, (all 124 in total), I couldn’t find myself in the picture.

English: Tina Fey at the Union Square Barnes &...
English: Tina Fey at the Union Square Barnes & Noble for the release of her book Bossypants. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
My Mom-The Tina Fey lookalike
My Mom. She could definitely be mistaken for Tina Fey.

 

My biggest fear now?

Getting caught picking my nose when a video call comes in… I am nervous Nelly! 

Have a great day! :)

My Imaginary Boyfriend–Direct Quote From My Son… GASP!

I don't text your imaginary boyfriend.

From the Facebook Archives—A classic conversation between me and my oldest—I think he was about 15 years old at the time. His wit will never stop making me laugh.

 

Me: “Give me your girlfriends number, I want to text her.”

 

Tyler: “No. I don’t want you texting my girlfriend. I don’t text your imaginary boyfriend.”

 

 

Swimming Safety Tip #333 From The Archives of My Facebook Life

Swimming Safety Tip #333 from the archives of my Facebook life.

Who needs Oprah when I am so full of wisdom, life-changing tips, and inspiring words to live by.

I spent a good portion of my 30’s on Facebook. Smoking. And training for the Olympics—- apparently.

 

Swimming Coffee

 

 

Coolio Foolio—You Work From Home

 

When I tell people I work from home the most common response is, “Lucky! I wish I could.” While most of the time it’s a fantastic gig, there is a lot of other “work” involved in working from home. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I work from home, and make it work
My Pinterest DIY That I’m so Proud of-Absolutely Describes Me

It’s 11:18 AM on Wednesday and I’ve already sent my man to work, kid to school, written an article on the power of the subconscious-mind (duly noted many techniques!), thawed and browned chicken and potatoes (recipe to follow), fielded PTA emails, sent out tweets promoting my homeless article, researched new topics to write, showered (only because I have an appointment today), killed time looking at YouTube videos, wiped baseboards in kitchen and bathroom, killed a spider (before my eight-year old saw it!) and there’s still at least 12 more hours left to this day.

 

I work from home.

Do I love it?

ABSOLUTELY!

 

Get Away From My Mom
Get Away From My Mom (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How I Work From Home?

 I’m a writer. Glamour aside, I write to survive. I mostly produce website content, and personal perspectives like the one you’re reading now. I worked as a poker dealer for seventeen years which was a job that consisted of a lot of night shifts. Today, my children are in school and that means night-time is their time.

So, I write….during the day, and here and there in the evenings (I’m picking up on this story at 7:18 PM) and after midnight. In between that; I scrub floors, wash laundry, pick up kids, serve dinner, play kick board, watch Catfish: The TV Show, help with homework, tweet, Facebook, read, write a letter, knock down cobwebs, sanitize toilets, scoop ice cream, watch Who The Bleep Did I Marry?, tuck everyone into bed, try to sleep, get up, get down, write some more, watch True Tori, check for writing jobs, start an application, update resume, promote writing, fall asleep… Up again at 4:30 AM, check my phone, close my eyes, hit snooze, sleep another hour and start all over.

 

I love it!

 

How to make it Work?

I need a better system. I know this. I love to be scattered so this gig works for me. For the more structured work-at-home-mom, I suggest a schedule. It’s a process of discipline and figuring out an order of importance. For the most part, I have a schedule. But, most days are eerily similar to the one described today. I love the freedom and I love the flexibility. I am able to help with field trips and organizations within the school. I’m able to spend quality time with my family which is the most important.

I am a work in process and am still diligently trying to work out a schedule that is more conducive to effectively managing

 

Dinner

In a skillet, grill chopped up onion, garlic, salt and pepper in a mix of butter and olive oil.

Throw in quartered red potatoes and cook until brown.

Once brown, add to crockpot.

In same skillet, brown chicken thighs (I use thighs a lot. They are inexpensive and full of flavor) in olive oil.

Once thighs are brown, add to crockpot as well.

Add one cup of chicken broth and one package of dry onion soup mix to crockpot.

Cook on high for 3 hours then reduce heat to low for 1 hour.

Add asparagus to crockpot to steam in the last hour of cooking.

Easy, delicious and loved by the whole family. Enjoy!