Funny Money

Auctions can pay off in the oddest ways.
Settle in for this wacky tale . . . .

But first, we interrupt our regularly scheduled blog post to bring

a special greeting to our son-in-law Josh, who is celebrating his

birthday far, far away in the strange and alien land of Los Angeles.

Josh and Alida
December 2011 at That Old House

 Happy Birthday, dear boy.

Enjoy!  Eat cake.  Lots.  For us.  Love, Mom and Dad.

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And now back to our regularly scheduled blogging . . . .
On Saturday, at an auction in Hunterdon County, New Jersey,
Howard and I bid on and won a whole raft of things.

Including this cute little teapot,

which came in a box lot with these Majolica style 

luncheon plates and cups and saucers.

What with one thing and another,
I didn't get a chance to unwrap them all until last evening.

Out came the teapot lid from its newspaper shroud.

And then the pot.  

I noticed for the first time a little chip in the spout.

Eh, that's okay.
I've got chips of my own, so who am I to judge?  

Then I noticed what was inside the pot.

Yeah.

I couldn't believe my eyes, either.

Money.

Folding money.  Paper money.  Greenbacks.
Bucks.  

Singles, 20s, even some 50s.

$403.00 to be exact.

Now you'd think that finding hundreds of dollars stuffed into a little teapot you'd bought in a $5 box lot would be exciting.  But no.  Instead, it is weird.  And a little panic-inducing, as in, "Oh my gosh, I've stolen someone's money!"

I called the lady who used to own the teapot.  She was quite surprised, as she thought she had cleaned out all of her stash spots.  Apparently not!  I'll send her a check for the $403, before I am tempted to spend some of it on ... hmmm ... dishes?

But it makes a nifty tablescape, doesn't it?

Oh, all right.

One of these days I'll do a tablescape with these cute pieces,
that doesn't look as if it's been put together by Scrooge McDuck.

You know, you can't make this stuff up.

I had company while I took these pictures.

Woody, our visiting pup, saw something round and bright,

and thought I had unwrapped a tennis ball.  Sadly, no.

He was a little incensed about this.

So he went and got one of his (many) personally chosen tennis balls,

and patiently waited for me to stop the human nonsense,

and start the serious business of fetch.

Which of course, I did.

I hope you found something, or someone, fun to play with today!

Cass