After a couple of very successful auctions . . .
if by "successful" we mean, getting
great stuff cheap . . . I got to thinking that all
auctions would be as, well, successful.
Turns out, they are not.
On Saturday, Howard and I got up long before breakfast,
and trekked for 3 hours along the wilds of the Merritt Parkway
and I-91 to an auction house in Windsor, Connecticut.
Where they had some gorgeous things up for grabs.
Some of which we bid on, raising our bids to what we thought were
reasonable levels. And found out that in Connecticut,
they speak a different language.
Reasonable there means really really expensive!
|Can't you see Professor Higgins lounging in this easy chair?|
There was period furniture, a ba-zillion old clocks,
piles and piles of lovely old silver that's probably
going to be melted down and sold for its weight, and china.
Lamps, figurines, and some jars. Like these.
I loved this Empire chest with its wonderful
Sandwich glass knobs.
But someone else loved it more. :-(
One of the few bargains of the day was this armoire, below,
from Lillian August. A copy of a French antique.
It bears its original price tag inside:
more than 14-thousand dollars. Yeah. Gasp!
But there's not much market for giant armoires, and we could not
fit it into the red minivan . . . so one bidder got it.
For a hundred bucks. Sigh. One bargain, and it didn't go to me!
Live and learn. Or, maybe, bid and learn!
We are staying overnight in Windsor, and I'm using the hotel
wi-fi to share my tale of woe, but tomorrow it's back to the
Land Of Craigslist and Cheap-o Auctions: Good Ol' Jersey.
Sleep well, my friends! Cass
The images in this post were taken from
the website of Nadeau Auctions in Windsor, CT,
from its online auction catalog.