I was squeezing myself through some narrow aisles at an auction house over the weekend, searching for some unusual pieces of furniture to aim my focus. I wasn’t having much luck. Everything looked so ordinary…
Category: furniture
The stuff of our lives and what they reveal about us
Posted in collectibles, dishware, Dolls, furniture, Home, and Personal items
This woman surely loved dolls and stuffed animals. They were all over and under the tables, and stacked in plastic bags under trees at the side of her house. They gave the first inkling of…
Church pews. That’s what I saw as the words formed in my head when I rounded the corner and came face to face with the long oak benches on the loading dock at the auction…
The long row of phonographs looked like a collection gone bad. They were in various states of disrepair, they were dusty, and they were neglected. The auction house staff had laid them out side by…
Furniture that tells a story
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I was about to walk right past the colorful needlepoint upholstered chair at the auction house when the people in the fabric willed me to stop. So I stopped, stood there and watched as they…
I was walking through a maze of vintage and modern furniture at an auction house over the weekend, looked up and thought I was in a jungle. My eyes caught sight of two lovely upholstered chairs…
Most of the auction houses I visit usually have lovely vintage and antique furniture, some of better quality than others. Two of them have the stuff stacked on top of each other so tightly and…
I had just left one auction house and was passing another one when my car wheeled itself into the parking lot after I spotted the “Auction Today” sign out front. I figured it wouldn’t hurt…
You’ve seen the commercial: A young nice-looking couple plop down on a patio set they like and then check the price on the ticket. Way too much for their budget. They spring up from their…
To the naked eye, the planks of wood were just that – slabs of natural wood, two shaped liked a boot, the others with fancy edges. But to the trained eye of an artisan, there stood…