With all of this talk about things that I’m selling, I thought I would share something that I am keeping!
I have decided that one of the perks of buying and selling antiques is that I get first pick of my finds. I sell far more than I keep, but sometimes there are pieces that are so special and I am so smitten with them, that I keep them.
At least for a while.
I found this antique French wall-hanging bird cage on my final shopping trip before Lucketts…
(The tag listed it as “French” and that seller may be taking some liberties with a hot buzzword or it might actually be from France. I don’t know, so let’s just pretend it’s from France, even though it may not be.)
Soooo, usually I bounce larger purchases off of my shopping buddy (my mom on this particular day) just to make sure I’m not getting carried away. When I spotted this French birdcage, though, hanging on a wall in an antique booth, I didn’t even hesitate. I was briefly unsupervised as my mom was carrying smaller purchases to the counter. (As an aside, my mom likes to carry my purchases to the counter, so she can get more steps on her fitbit. I feel like I always need to state that, so people don’t think I’m treating my mom like my gofer.)
The price on the birdcage was a little steep, but it wasn’t outrageous and I felt like it was even a good for such a special piece. I didn’t wait for her to return to seek her opinion or even ask for her help removing it from the wall.
Partway through lifting it off the hooks, I realized that was a mistake. I was surrounded with valuable antiques, holding a pricey piece precariously in my hands. My mom rounded the corner and was able to help me free it from the pegboard hooks. Once it was off the wall, I stood with my arms full of the bulky birdcage and I could see the look on her face that said, “I leave for just a minute and…”
I interrupted her thoughts. “I’m getting it.”
Since we’re beyond the Mommy, please, please buy me another Cabbage Patch Doll kind of relationship, there wasn’t an argument on her part or a tantrum on mine.
(Not that I ever threw tantrums, since I was a complete angel who never did anything naughty. Just ask my brother.)
I said that I would put a high price on it and bring it to Lucketts to sell, but when I imagined someone carrying it away, even for double or triple what I paid, I knew I would be bummed that I sold it. So, as I was pricing pieces, I set it aside.
Whenever I’m considering keeping something, I do a little exercise. I put a tag on it and set it in the pile of things to sell. If I leave it there and I don’t really think about it, I’ll sell it. If I keep eyeing it, then I’ll remove the tag. I would say that most of the time, I leave the tag on once I’ve had the chance to get used to the idea of selling it.
This piece didn’t even make it to that exercise! I couldn’t bring myself to tag it.
The little doors on it are the sweetest shape and I love the tiny white knobs.
And the little food trays still slide out…
My mom later stated that she thinks I’m just in love with the color of the paint.
Yes, that has something to do with why I love it. If it wasn’t this yummy shade of blue, cracked and chipped to perfection, it probably wouldn’t draw me in as much as it does. But I love this blue, chippy paint.
And, as the saying goes, if loving it is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
I’ll share a couple more of my “keepers” tomorrow…