I sell my Mid Century furniture to end users and a lot of other dealers who then resell it -
I have exactly one garage stall in which to house all the furniture that I have to - which includes those that need to be fixed up, displayed for sale, and stored for customer pick up.
Most dealers are fairly upfront about being a dealer or at least don't deny it when I ask them.
I can always spot them a mile away - they buy like I do, have a quick and discerning eye and can recognize a great deal instantly.
Many of the local dealers I know well. My feeling is this - I get what I need, pricing-wise, out of the furniture and if they want to sit on an item to get a better price I wish them well - sometimes it will resell quickly and other times ... not so much -- they have space to store it, I don't - that's how it goes!
So last night I had a pair of stealthy dealers, posing as end-users, come over - they whispered between themselves and then bought an item - they had that deer-in-the-headlight look - that dealers get when they are afraid of being discovered - as though I might say:
"You are another DEALER! No Soup for you! - One year!"
I didn't call them out on it - I let them think I didn't know - usually I put them at ease so they know I don't care if the are dealers - but I let the charade go on....I guess that's as close to international intrigue and spying that I will ever get.
Although, and this is a true story, when I was in Moscow 18 years ago - I was followed for two weeks by the KGB (really it was the FSN, but the KGB still sounds more dramatic!)
So I guess that was closer to international intrigue than the events last night, which now sound boring in comparison....I will blog about that another time!