2.23.2013
1.13.2013
Eliel, Eero, Don and the Find of the Week!
4.23.2012
Find of the Week - Seriously Though
Frank Lloyd Wright for Henredon Hexagonal coffee table photo via COLLAGE That's right - scored a FLW for as my father-in-law calls it "Henry Don" - sincerest apologies but this baby is GONE already!!!!! |
1.11.2012
You are very ...how do you spell stupid?
Contractually, we are obligated to work retail... I love buying, obviously... but selling, face to face... not so much. I lack patience and a healthy respect for most individuals. I generally make my husband fulfill my hours at the antique mall so I would like to send a special thank you to him for his bi-weekly sacrifice. I often accompany him for a few hours on those days to do a little editing and rearranging and so I was fortunate enough to share a special encounter with some of our "regular" senior customers the other day.
Their disheveled liver spot on liver spot post-coitus appearance, 10:00 am high, fresh Heinekin in hand and "can we drink in the store?" might have alerted us to the oncoming verbal onslaught, but we naively made small talk as our loyal customer placed her empty green bottle on the counter to select several items including a few pieces of costume jewelry. Upon checkout, I watched my sweet betrothed painstakingly wrap these items and place them in a shopping bag. I then watched the customer immediately unwrap the jewelry (I am not entirely sure why) and toss them naked back in the bag. A few hours later, said customer returns having lost the jewelry and demands that my husband give her some free jewelry to replace the jewelry that she lost. My dear husband, failing to see the logic in her argument and also lacking in the authority to give away other dealer's merchandise explains that he is sorry but there is really nothing he can do. She responded that she would never be back and left, returning seconds later to pop her head in and deliver her coup de grace, "You are very stupid."
Their disheveled liver spot on liver spot post-coitus appearance, 10:00 am high, fresh Heinekin in hand and "can we drink in the store?" might have alerted us to the oncoming verbal onslaught, but we naively made small talk as our loyal customer placed her empty green bottle on the counter to select several items including a few pieces of costume jewelry. Upon checkout, I watched my sweet betrothed painstakingly wrap these items and place them in a shopping bag. I then watched the customer immediately unwrap the jewelry (I am not entirely sure why) and toss them naked back in the bag. A few hours later, said customer returns having lost the jewelry and demands that my husband give her some free jewelry to replace the jewelry that she lost. My dear husband, failing to see the logic in her argument and also lacking in the authority to give away other dealer's merchandise explains that he is sorry but there is really nothing he can do. She responded that she would never be back and left, returning seconds later to pop her head in and deliver her coup de grace, "You are very stupid."
Make no mistake, I have said those same words countless times and probably for lesser offenses. That being said it these times when I love him the most. I would have hopped the counter and slashed her tires with the abandoned Heinekin but my wonderful husband gives these "retail experiences" their appropriate universal perspective and gently asks,"Have you been talking to my wife?"
12.21.2011
12.13.2011
Sad Cowboy Story
Today I was armed with the glamorous task of sorting, pricing and packaging a box of photos that I accumulated over the summer. A picture of a geographically malapropos statue for a tiny Texas oil boom town in the 1920s incited a little history lesson....Apparently in 1917, 21 year old Charles H. Noyes fell from his horse trying to rope a calf and died. His parents, completely grief stricken, commissioned the famous Pompeo Coppini to sculpt a statue in memory of their only child. When Coppini traveled to the modest Noyes ranch in 1919 to discuss the statue, he had his doubts about Noyes' ability to pay what amounts to a quarter of a million dollars today, but Noyes assured Coppini that he was prepared to pay twice that. His bridle, boots, and saddle were sent to Chicago to help the sculptor, but since the boy had had only three pictures taken in his life, his parents had to travel to Coppini's Chicago studio when it was time to sculpt the face. After a few adjustments to the sculpture, Mr. Noyes told Coppini "Please do not touch his face again, for that is our dear Charlie." Mr. and Mrs Noyes sold the ranch and did not return for the unveiling, stating that they could not bear to see their son again.
12.09.2011
Anthony Roussel
Vieux Loves... Anthony Roussel's sustainably resourced bangles and rings..
Anthony Roussel's birch wood branch bangle - photo by Rob Popper |
Anthony Roussel's Small Wave Ring - photo by Juliet Sheath |
Anthony Roussel's Ram Ring - photo by Juliet Sheath |
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