You probably know that I have a thing for white ironstone. I’ve been collecting it for years and have a wide variety of pieces from brush boxes to sugar jars, tureens and pitchers to punch bowls and platters, casseroles, mugs, compotes and a huge slop jar.
One piece I’ve always wanted was a cake pedestal. I saw one in person in the home of an antique vendor a few years ago and it stopped me in my tracks. I never knew there were ironstone cake pedestals! I asked her to let me know if she finds another one and I would buy it. I had no idea what a crazy request that was, since cake pedestals are like the ironstone holy grail.
So, for a few years, I’ve been keeping an eye out for one. I never saw one…even an expensive one. Zip. I started hunting on eBay and Etsy with more frequency and still no luck. I saw one or two, but I didn’t like the pattern or the condition (for the money.) Finally, I saw the perfect one. It was from the mid-1800’s, perfect condition and exactly the style I wanted.
I watched the auction for days, changing my mind several times about whether I should bid on it or not. I brought it up to Jeff and declared to him that I just couldn’t spend so much on a cake pedestal. But it kept nagging at me. They are so rare! My birthday was around the corner and I usually get spending money that I use on things that are just for me…clothes, makeup, massage, etc. Would I rather have those or an ironstone cake pedestal that I’ve been hunting for years? It was no contest when I thought of it in those terms.
I approached Jeff with my change of heart and he gave me the green light.
I watched the pedestal for the last hour of the auction. A bidding war had been going on a few days earlier, but things were quiet for the last two days. I decided I would place a strong “sniper” bid in the last two minutes of the auction.
I counted down…waited for the right moment and placed my bid. Jeff was looking over my shoulder. I didn’t know if he thought I was crazy or if he was rooting for me. “Oh, I think you should bid higher than that. You want it, right?” I would’ve taken a moment to kiss him, but time was ticking and I needed to raise my bid.
The auction ended and the pedestal was mine. It turns out I didn’t need to raise my bid at all. I won it by $5.00 over the last bidder. It was still expensive, but it didn’t get as crazy as it could have.
I jumped around, gave Jeff a kiss and was giddy for a few hours. It arrived a few days later and was even better in person.
So, when my family asked what I wanted to do for my birthday I said, “I just want to be with my family and have a carrot cake made by my mom served on my ironstone cake pedestal.”
And that’s exactly what I got.