This weekend I went to an auction and totally struck out. There were two Warhols up for auction, as well as a 4.3 carat diamond ring, so — unfortunately for me — what’s usually a rather low key sale turned into a big money event.
I had my heart set on two less blockbuster items — an American cherry chest of drawers
and an early 20th century campaign chest —
but was nonetheless quickly smacked down. The starting amounts were so high, and the bidding so fierce, that I never had a chance. Even the regular antique dealers attending the auction seemed a bit miffed.
Obviously it would be much simpler to just buy new items, but where is the fun in that? Instead, I’ll continue to hit my various sources, search for new spots along the way, and find that perfect-for-us piece in that out-of-the-way place with an abundance of character that won’t break the bank.