Selling vintage during the hell times—and yes, that’s the technical term—feels like marching in a parade no one asked for. Climate chaos? Check. Political dumpster fires? Double check. An overwhelming sense that we’re all just playing dress-up on the deck of the Titanic? Oh, absolutely. Sometimes I wonder: is this whole vintage thing… pointless? Should I be doing something “important” instead? But here’s where I’ve landed: selling vintage might not save the world, but it’s not meaningless. Every piece I sell has a story. That retro vase? It might’ve been the pride of someone’s ‘70s living room. That mid-century chair? It probably held someone during endless family dinners where they laughed, argued, and made memories. These treasures are time travelers, carrying whispers of history into the present. And in times like these, where everything feels disposable and fleeting, selling vintage is my way of shouting, “Nope!” from the sidelines. I’m not just selling objects—I’m selling a mindset. One that values sustainability over convenience, nostalgia over newness, and a little dose of magic over monotony. 

So no, maybe vintage isn’t going to stop the world from burning (literally or figuratively). But it’s not trivial, either. It’s about creating joy, preserving stories, and finding meaning in the small things. And let’s face it, we all need a little spark of rebellion against the chaos. To my fellow treasure hunters and story preservers: keep marching. The world may not realize it, but we’re making the hell times a little less hellish—one glorious, quirky find at a time.