Auctions are so cool. There is so much electricity in the place. Between the buzz of the crowd and the incessent drone of the auctioneer, you leave having both a headache, and a good time.
I didn’t come away with much, as the things I wanted went pretty high. I had my eye on a barrister’s bookcase, some pine shelving, a diningroom set and other odds and ends. I ended up with just a green depression glass reamer, (which I paid more than I planned…auctions are too fast for slow-on-the-uptake-me) and a 4 gallon crock.
While I’m quite pleased with what I got, I’m a little disappointed I didn’t come home with something ‘big’. And then there is always the regret. “If I’d only bid once more, would I have gotten it?” and that sort of thing. I’m trying not to think about it, but…
Odd though: I was the youngest person there. Apparently, I’m too old for Harry Potter books and too young for antique auctions.