Back in the day when I was writing CVs or resumes, I struggled a little when it came to hobbies. Reading. Writing. Theatre. They sounded too banal. I wasn’t much into sports or team events of any kind. I wasn’t into dancing or pilates or yoga. I could never find that edge that hobbies can give jobseekers. Who wouldn’t want to interview someone who listed extreme belly dancing as a hobby?
Given the limits that COVID-19 has put on team sports and crowd entertainment, were I to write a CV today, I’d be down to two: reading and writing. Until himself reminded me of my new passion: markets. I love a ramble around a good flea market. I like the thrill of a good find. I’m fascinated by what other people think worth selling and the value they attach to their wares. I’ve been buying huge glass wine/palinka bottles, some a metre high, with a view to making them into lamps. The same with the wire bottles – regular-sized bottles in coats of woven multi-coloured telephone wire. At the rate I’m going, I won’t need overhead lights at all. I’m quite partial to embroidered cushions, too. And clocks. And old wicker baskets. And carved wooden plates. Anything carved really.
Last week, I scored a fabulous enamel baby bath on a wrought iron stand. It’ll make a great planter. It took me over my self-imposed budget of 5000 ft (less than $/€15) but given that I’m not going out anywhere – no bars, clubs, concerts, or cafés – I’m seriously considering doubling my budget, Sunday just gone, I found this lovely Matyó cushion. Hours of work went into it but the young lad selling it wanted 1000 ft – less than $/€3. My piece de resistance, though, was this carved gem.
I was initially attracted to the carving and wasn’t quite sure what I was buying. When you pull the handle on the left, a drawer opens and the bird dips its beak into it. Fascinated by what I figured would be a great conversation starter, I shelled out the 1500 ft the chap was asking for it and put it in my basket. Sometime later, I was showing off my buy to a mate who immediately figured out what it was for.
Who’s a clever birdie then?
I’m looking forward to whiling away many Sunday mornings in markets around the country. I’m always grateful if I find what I’m looking for but even more so when I find a find. Next stop, Pécs.