We went to an auction at our usual place in Moundville. We didn't really need anything, but several members of the Eutaw posse were going, and I couldn't resist. I told Darwin we were going for pure entertainment. I wasn't going to buy anything. I didn't even want to buy anything.
It's amazing how little I know myself.
Even after we strolled the place checking out the stuff, I saw nothing I just had to have. Darwin shot down my interest in a green-upholstered ladies' Victorian rocker and an old oak icebox. I liked a marble top round side table but figured it would go too high. I saw a beat-up mahogany desk that could work as a sewing table but only if it went cheap enough.
But then something happened. Once I was in my seat, watching each piece get hauled up front, talked up, chatted over among our friends, the quivering in my stomach began. It got worse when several nice items went for cheap prices and worse yet when I let Darwin distract me out of bidding on an old brass floor lamp that went for $35.
The first thing I bid on was the little marble top table. It was going so cheaply, after all, and it was so pretty. Besides, we'd bought a plain wood one for $75 at a previous auction.
I bid up to $85 - high as I really wanted to go - and then waited anxiously for the next bidder to fire back. But no one did. The table was mine and at a perfect price!
The win did something to me. The next thing I bid on was a pair of old wooden butter molds. Why on earth would I ever need a mold for a pound of butter? Okay, they're cute. But why? I got those for $25, my only not-so-bargain of the night.
Then came the oak icebox. Suddenly, with the cheap prices tonight, it looked more appealing. Then we found out the ornate original door handle was tucked safely inside the top, not missing as I'd thought.
Darwin shot me warning looks. Don't do it! Don't do it! But I've wanted an old icebox ever since we bought this house. I love anything that reminds me of the old way people did things.
So I bid. Again, up to $85. Darwin whispered, "No more! Don't go any higher!" So I waited, hoping. And by george, the other bidders stopped! The icebox was mine!
I was giddy with this development; Darwin was less so. In the end, he was pleased with all the purchases except that one. For some reason, that icebox is one giant oak thorn in his side.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. There was more.
A nice 1940s buffet for our dining room - $85 (see there! Lucky.)
Two Hitchcock-style (but not Hitchcock) chairs - $50
Green-upholstered Victorian rocker (got it after all) - $80
Gorgeous, large, rich-colored, excellent-condition Oriental rug - $140
Fitting it all into our vehicles without the need for the usual trailer-fetching/strapping-everything-down rigmarole - Priceless.
P.S. I'll update this post with pics this weekend.
P.P.S. More pics to come; I was busy cleaning like a fiend this weekend.