Two lamps were placed close to each other in a brightly lit glass case. Which is Tiffany, visitors were asked. They looked just alike, but one was obviously an imposter. I chose the lamp on the…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
Two lamps were placed close to each other in a brightly lit glass case. Which is Tiffany, visitors were asked. They looked just alike, but one was obviously an imposter. I chose the lamp on the…
Posted in African American women, Beauty Products, collectibles, jewelry, and Trinket box
What a sweet little vanity jar I thought as I saw the squat white container adorned with pink roses and trimmed in yellow and lime green. It looked like one of those Nippon trinket boxes that…
Several years ago, on a whim, I bought a pair of screw-back earrings with butterscotch stones. The auctioneer was trying mightily to sell them – they’re sterling, he mentioned – and no one wanted to…
The cute little pins looked like hair barrettes to decorate a little girl’s braids or ponytails. The pair were made of a soft pink enamel with a faux pearl encased in a diamond-shaped casing. When…
I fawned over the brooches as soon as I saw them in the glass case at the auction house. I had trudged through tons of old beat-up clocks and dusty Coca Cola memorabilia, and these…
The four cardboard boxes were so small that they almost disappeared among the large items on the auction table. You had to squint to read the writing on them, but I knew what they were…
Posted in Clothing, jewelry, and Uncategorized
On first glance, the old black and white photo was typical – a group of society women fashionably dressed in dark colors staring and smiling straight into the camera. They could have just finished a…
I wasn’t paying too much attention to Eric the auctioneer as he peered at a ring in his hand. He was selling jewelry, and I had already looked casually at the carousel of jewelry on the table and…
“That’s worth a lot of money,” the woman said as I stood holding a cameo I’d found on a bookshelf at an estate sale in a beautiful stone home that had enough rooms to be…
Cracker Jack I had heard of, but not Cracker Jill. That was the first thought that leaped into my head when I saw the name Cracker Jill. It was printed in bright red letters on…