I couldn’t tell whether the photos of dogs and their owners had been collected by someone as a group or pulled together from disparate lots by the auction house. But there they were, about a dozen…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
I couldn’t tell whether the photos of dogs and their owners had been collected by someone as a group or pulled together from disparate lots by the auction house. But there they were, about a dozen…
I had gone through the glass cases at the auction house once and came up empty-handed. When I passed by again, an auction-house assistant stood behind them. Did you see anything interesting, I asked the…
Posted in Animals, collectibles, and Figurines
The ceramic cats were the cutest things in their whimsical poses, colorful straight-pin whiskers and human clothes. I see a lot of porcelain and ceramic cats and kitties at auction, and I find most of…
I’m not into cats, dogs or other animals as pets. I don’t want to clean up after them inside my house or outside during their walk. I do appreciate people who love dogs and cats,…
I had looked right past the postcards. Perhaps the pictures of dogs on the covers failed to stop me as they would a dog lover. Browsing the glass case at the auction house, I had…
Posted in Animals, collectibles, and Figurines
I enjoyed the movie “Ratatouille” about the mouse (or maybe it was a rat) named Remy that was a Michelin-star chef, but if I see one of the little rodents in my house, I won’t invite…
Posted in Animals, Architecture/Buildings, Children, and Home
I spotted the shelves of birdhouses from a distance at the auction house. They were arranged neatly in a cabinet near a wall – some of them alike, several reminding me of an abstract painting. I…
Posted in Animals, Art, collectibles, Ephemera/Paper/Documents, furniture, Signs, and Unusual
The rattlesnake was showing its fang, but who could blame it. Someone had chopped off its head and made it into a keychain. The rattlesnake’s angry countenance was one of two on a shelf in…
As soon as I saw the title “Four and Twenty Blackbirds,” the little ditty started playing in my head: “Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in…