Sunday, 22 June 2014

Awww, come on! You've got to be kidding me!

I am a proclaimed HUGE fan of flea markets for second-hand kids stuff, as witnessed by several posts on this topic: kinderflohmärkte, Bodystockings, Flohmärkte und eine Kampf-Mutti.

I won't list the many reasons, but as a good example: we got 21 items including dish wares, books and clothing, for 24 Euros this weekend, and some of it was unused! 

Unfortunately, there are also, in addition to all the wonderful people we have met there, a couple of awfully weird sellers around, who seem to think that the fact that their child or they themselves have worn something has actually increased its value! 

We joined our neighbours at two lovely market places at grammar schools nearby this Saturday. Not expecting much, as we figured these parents would mostly have grammar-school age kids, we assumed there would not be much for us. Not so! On the first market we found some great English picture books as well as some other lovely bits and bobs. 1 Euro per piece of clothing on one stand. Enough said! 

Moving on to the second one, we thankfully managed to catch a bus, as they were 15 minutes walk apart and the weather gods were not looking kindly on Hamburg that day. The second market turned out to be a bit of what we had assumed would happen - very big clothing. Also, either the nice stuff had been picked dry already, or there just was not as much in the first place, combined with rather snobby-looking and -acting clientele; odd, as the previous market was in a wealthier area, but maybe they didn't have the need to show off. 

There was one nice looking stand though, so we had a bit of a look around. I browsed a bit while Hubby took care of Baby in his buggy and eventually had a little collection in my hands. All of a sudden, the lady rushes over 'Where is the lady, where is the lady with my stuff?' Frantically looking around, she discovers me 'Oh, there you are! I thought you had left.' With her stuff? Nice compliment. Trying to remain polite, I ask her what she wants for a drinking cup, a pair of shoes and Carters sleeping suit, that is a bit pilly, but has a cute design. 'Well,' she starts dramatically, 'the shoes are unused, so I have to have ten Euros for those. The cup is new too, so three Euros for that. And, well, hmm,this is Carters you know, so I have to have 5 Euros for that one..... and for this...' I have stopped listening at this point, wondering which planet I have landed on. Yes, i know what Carters is, and how much it costs (not that much really), that it comes from the US (That doesn't make it any rarer here, honey. Ever heard of airplanes?), and how much you must have used it for it to look like your son lived in the suit for 6 months. Seriously! Is this your first flea market? (It turned out it was.) Obviously the fact that one does not recoup 50% of ones investment on used items had not got through to this lady yet. And there was no fun interaction or no negotiating either, the whole fun of a flea market!  

We walked away with the cup, the only reasonable thing there, as they cost 3-4 times as much new, and were very relieved to find another couple further down, who were, not only fun to talk to, but really nice and reasonable in their asking prices. 

I left that flea market thinking, as you do when the right thing doesn't come out when you want it to: 'I should have slammed her by saying we got a brand new Carters three-piece outfit, with labels still attached, for 2,50 Euros half an hour earlier!' Some people just shouldn't come to these things. You don't want to talk to people, use ebay

PS: Dieser Eintrag handelt um unsere Abenteuer bei Flohmärkten am Wochenende und warum manche Leute besser nicht versuchen, dort zu verkaufen, da das Risiko, das sie herausfinden, ihre Sachen haben durch ihren Gebrauch keine Wertsteigerung erfahren, sehr hoch ist. 


  1. Another really fun read, and your conclusion hits the bulls' eye, Cary: right on!

  2. Thanks for you comment and enthusiasm! Read you soon!