Auction Revelation

We went to an awesome auction on Sunday. It was at an older couple’s house and these people kept EVERYTHING. Lots of vintage items and lots of deals to be had. I only bought one item though, mainly because the auctioneer was ridiculously slow. I didn’t want to wait another 4 hours for him to get to some of the other stuff I had my eye on, so I ended up paying for my one item and leaving early.

And my one item was this square topped table with spindly legs, which you have probably seen a zillion times in antique malls. I don’t know when these were popular, but I would guess around the 1930’s.

The lady of the house had painted the original oak a light yellow color years ago and it had just the right amount of chippiness to it now. How did she know that chippy would be the in thing in 2012?

I don’t know if I’ve ever been to an auction before where the people who owned the home were actually at the auction. These people had remarkably little sentimentality about their items being auctioned off. I was expecting to see some tears shed over some of the items, but I just saw smiles!

I know I could not sit through an auction of my stuff without having a major mental breakdown, curling up into a little ball and sucking my thumb. But you know what? That is exactly what will happen to my stuff when I’m gone.

If I am honest with myself, my son is not going to be able to use any of this stuff due to his disabilities. He will have no use for a 1925 Royal typewriter and just about anything else I have here. So it’s not like I’m collecting this stuff to leave to him in my will. Off to an auction it will go.

So, why am I buying stuff at an auction now? That thought just occurred to me as I was writing the paragraph above and I can’t answer that question. I may just be having a breakthrough here.

In mid-shot, I spotted something moving on the hydrangea blossoms.

Eek! Daddy Long legs really do have long legs.

I’d love to say that I brushed him off before I brought the flowers in the house, but it’s more like I couldn’t find him when I went to pick up the vase. I spent the rest of the day flinching whenever a stray hair brushed against my arm.

Frank update – there is no update!!! Why is no one looking for him? Why aren’t there lost cat posters tacked up to telephone poles in town? I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but it doesn’t look like anyone is trying to find him :(

So, he’s still camping out with us, at least for now.

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  1. says

    I think that maybe Frank was meant to be in your family!

    Love the little table you bought. I’m sure your son will like having familiar things around him after you are gone. Though that is way a long time from now!

    Your flowers are beautiful! Daddy long legs and all.:)

  2. says

    Pam…don’t you know ? Once you name them, they’re yours.

    love the table !! I don’t have anyone to leave my treasures to, so I imagine there will be a humongous estate sale at the end. I may be there, in fact, counting the money for my Alaskan cruise !

  3. says

    Hi Pam,
    Great table!!! I used to go to auctions when I was younger….some of my stuff in my house are from auctions,but I am like you….I would get so impatient and wait hours for something to come up on the block and then I would be out-bid!! Frustrating!!!!!

  4. says

    We have three cats that “came to us”. Ten to six years ago a piece. You’ll never find a better companion, so let him in your family! (Love the chippy table!)

  5. says

    You know-I think that is why I have been going through some of my stuff and getting rid of it-because I don’t want my kids to have to do that someday. Sad to even think about, isn’t it?

    Will you son be able to manage in an assisted living situation at some point or will he need even more hands on care? I am sure that is a concern for you, too.

    Bless you- and ….. I STILL like your table-whether you needed it, or not- xo Diana

  6. says

    Great find and all that chippiness; which you can leave with a clear conscience because it’s the in thing.

    Finds are great aren’t they?

    Lil Bit Brit

  7. says

    I just love those sweet little tables! I’ve had several of them, but they’ve gone to live with our daughters. Yours is especially charming with its chippy yellow paint.

    I can never understand how a pet can’t be missed by somebody. It looks like he’s adopted your family.

    I think he ate the spider.

  8. says

    I have one of those tables beside our bed (our bed is an old, high one). What a great purchase.

    I am getting less sentimental all the time about my “stuff” because I just have too much of it!

  9. says

    How in the world can no one be looking for cute little Frank?! Well, lucky you, that’s what I think. Frank is a good find.

    Love the table too! What a pretty color. I think I would’ve washed the hydrangeas before I brought them into the house. When I brought in a bunch of peonies I filled the tub full of water and stuck those babies in there. Ugh…you should’ve seen all the creep crawlies that floated out.

  10. Anonymous says

    Pretty table!

    My husband and I don’t have kids to will stuff to. I buy the stuff figuring we’ll have the coolest estate sale EVER when we’re ready to move on. My vision when I buy something is this: will people fight over it at my estate sale or will it be one of the things that gets tossed in the garbage at the end of the day?

    But here’s my real reason for commenting — Frank. Gorgeous and Homeless. Post a sign, check the ads, check with your local shelters/pounds for someone looking for him. In short, do what you would want someone to do if they found one of your pets. If that turns up no leads, make him yours! Either way, Frank wins.

    I’m looking forward to more news of the gorgeous kitty.

    Lois in SW PA

  11. says

    I guess there is a lot of us whos kids will be put out a bit over our hoarding of old vintage treasures.
    my son in law has already said please get rid of all this stuff. he doesn’t know some ladies out there likes my stuff.
    Oh well it will in the front yard for a quarter each if I die soon. Only a friend said she will take a lot of things , so I am glad of that

    You table is a sweet find

  12. says

    Pam- I had a table like that in my bedroom out on the farm when I was a kid. Found it in the barn and took a brush and white paint to it and made it pretty and clean, so mom let me take in the house. I would so love to find one like it today.
    Enjoy her!

  13. says

    My great grandparents had a table like this, with a Boston fern dead center. It cascaded over the sides and almost to the floor.

    Glad I found you.

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