Showing posts with label antiques. Show all posts
Showing posts with label antiques. Show all posts

Saturday, August 04, 2012

3587 Buying and selling

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Dean Koontz, The Face: The hero wants to arrest a motivational speaker
on charges of felony cliché and practicing philosophy without an idea.

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Jasper gets canned food once a week, on Sunday.  Last weekend I somehow decided Saturday was Sunday, and gave it to him a day early.  Today he is pestering me, underfoot constantly and biting my ankles when I sit down.  I guess he knows it's Saturday because of the different noise patterns outside.

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Last Monday evening I watched Antiques Roadshow.  After that, something came on named Market Warriors.  I didn't watch the first half, but I gather it went something like this:  four people were turned loose in one of those antiques dealers' halls, where there are many stalls with dealers selling stuff.  The four were given assignments to buy things fitting certain criteria, like advertising prior to 1970, "smalls", toys, and so on, and then the items they chose for each criteria would be put up for auction and the winner would be the one who made the most profit.

When I figured out that's what was going on, I about cracked up.  You don't buy things from an antique dealer, then sell it at auction!  NO! WAY! Dealers buy things at auction, and then mark them up by like 100%. 

There's only one way to have any hope of not losing money.

First you research the auction.  Who's attending?  Dealers?  Homeowners?  Collectors? Decorators?  And about how many of each?  You're not making money selling to dealers or collectors at auction, since they know exactly what an item will sell for in a shop (shoppe!) and won't pay more than that.  Homeowners are looking for yard sale prices, things that work, or particular decorator pieces.  Your best bet is a room full of decorators.  Big city professional decorators will buy almost anything at almost any price, since they usually have a decor or two in mind, so if they see something currently in fashion, they'll just wrap words around the item and can charge their customer whatever it cost.  They don't have to worry about it taking up room until they can sell it.  And even then, you'll need at least four or more bidding against each other.

If you find an auction that decorators attend, next you check out some decorating magazines.  What's hot?  Cast iron lawn furniture is always good, beat up chests and cabinets with multiple layers of chipped and worn paint, that sort of thing.   What's big this year? 

If you have to make do with an auction hall full of collectors, dealers, or ordinary civilians, you have little hope of turning a profit on anything you bought from a dealer.  Kitschy is your best bet - stuff with little real value, but it's cute and appealing.

AFTER you find out who will be at the auction, then you select things to sell.  You are still doomed to failure if you buy from a dealer who knows what they've got.  Instead, shop yard sales, and little "junk" shops off on the side roads.

Our four shoppers had no idea what the bidders were likely to be looking for.  I was shocked that there were so very few people attending the auction, although there were some phone-in bids, too.  It went about as I figured it would.  Only a few people bid on each item.  The "contestants" had in many cases bargained the shop owner down from his or her original asking price, which they took pride in, but at auction they got much less.

Duh.  No kidding.

The only thing that sold for more than the guy had paid for it was a wooden rocking horse that wasn't even the antique he'd thought it was, but it was pretty.  Pouf decor item.

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I had an interesting experience this week.  I bought a necklace on Etsy.  The seller seemed to think it was a "vintage" "Bedouin" necklace with "coral, turquoise, and silver".  Well, I knew by looking at the photo that it was not old, or real Bedouin, or silver, and that although there were some coral and turquoise nuggets strung among the beads, most of it was glass - it's a tourist trap piece.  But it would look very nice with one of my caftans, and it was cheap, like $20, with free shipping.  The seller was in the Netherlands.  The necklace arrived packed in bubble wrap in a flattish metal box inside a padded envelope.

I could have thrown the box away.  Daughter certainly would have immediately, without a second thought.  But I got curious as to what it was.  I looked it up on the internet.  It's a Belgian cigar box from the 1950s without a dent, scratch, stain, or spot of rust on it.  Ones like it in much worse condition are listed on collectors' sites at $60-$100.

(Hmmmm.  Obviously the seller of the necklace knows nothing about what she has, good or bad.  Quick!  Buy something else from her!)

I have this guilty feeling, like that I should alert her.  Then again, I want to buy more from her to see what it might arrive in. 
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Monday, April 21, 2008

1775 Attitude

Monday, April 22, 2008

Laurence J. Peter: “If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?"

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I rediscovered Glenn Feron's website, "The Art of Retouching". If you choose a thumbnail and then pass the cursor over the photo, you can see it before and after retouching. Some of the differences are amazing. It reminds me that when we look at a photo and compare ourselves, we have to remember that we probably won't be able to recreate the look with diet or makeup. That look never really existed.

Here are some of the more startling:
http://www.glennferon.com/portfolio1/portfolio30.html
http://www.glennferon.com/portfolio1/portfolio31.html
http://www.glennferon.com/portfolio1/portfolio50.html
http://www.glennferon.com/portfolio1/portfolio40.html

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I read an online essay (that pretends to be a treatise) on differentiating between original old, new reproduction, and cheap imitation Asian, Indian, and Middle-Eastern jewelry. I got very annoyed very quickly, for several reasons.

The author constantly refers to the jewelry as "ethnographic jewelry". Um, ethnographic refers to the study of a culture, and more specifically to writings about that culture. So this might be an ethnographic essay, but the jewelry isn't ethnographic. It's ethnic.

It was quickly apparent that the word "ethnic" wasn't big enough for her. "Ethnographic", having more syllables, was obviously preferable. That isn't the only example. It looked like she wrote the essay, and then went through it and used a thesaurus to find the fanciest replacement words she could. I guess that makes it sound more learned?

I have a huge reading and listening vocabulary, but when I write, I use simple little words. Most people do that. It's more comfortable, and there's less chance of being misunderstood. There are people who use the biggest words they can find, in an effort to impress, I guess, and many of them use them incorrectly. They might impress some, but they look foolish to others. Oh well.

Anyway, a second thing that is annoying is that she presents the topic as if she's an expert and has gone into it in depth. I was hoping to learn something. But what she presents is obvious to the most casual observer. She makes some sweeping generalizations that even I, a mere dabbler in the subject, know should not be made.

The same thing is true of jewelry as of textiles: it doesn't have to be made of the best material, or beautiful, or well made to be old and valuable. Even 300 years ago, less expensive existed. It's just that the better stuff was more likely to be preserved. In fact, because of their rarity, sometimes the simple crude village-made examples are more valuable. (The most valuable oriental rug I own is a small lopsided trapezoidal thing. It's valuable because it was crafted on a nomadic lap-loom, and commemorates a family event.)

Every so often I see a "pasha". Someone who sets him- or herself up as an expert, the guru, the leader, in something. They somehow gather a worshipful following. Mental image of a person sitting on a pile of pillows, with followers gathered around sitting on the floor gazing up admiringly, offering tribute, as the focus of their attention dispenses pearls of wisdom, and glances of favor. No one can criticize the guru without suffering the fury of the followers.

I don't know how they do it. Much of what they dispense is pure poop. You see it here and there in the blogosphere, where a blog owner (usually female) reaches mythic status, and woe be to anyone who offers a correction or disagreement in comments. At some point, comments must be worshipful, or you die. (It was especially bad in AOL journals, because you can't hide your identity there. It was one of the reasons I had to move from AOL journals to Blogger.)

It seems to be an attitude thing. I suspect this woman wants to be on that pile of pillows.
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