Stoner's Auction
Last year I posted about my favorite auction, Wehrly's, which is the inspiration for the auction house in my book Such Beautiful Deadly Things - where the main characters go every other Tuesday to buy merchandise for their antique shop.
This past Saturday I went along with my friend Linda and her mom to their favorite auction, Stoner's Auction House...and no, no one was getting stoned there...or if they were, I didn't see it.
While the building is not a great example of architectural design, Stoner's does hold a whole lotta stuff.
There were a ton of old radios and I did finally jump back into the bidding pool by sticking my hand up with my paper number and buying two of these for my Etsy Shop. I kept the momentum going and bought an old red-metal stool and wooden apple crate too.
But among the things that caught my eye because I might want to buy them, were many other things that caught my eye because I really did not. Like this mask...just no. It looks like its laughing at you; it gives me a complex.
Mark's early Father's Day gift was not making him go with me to the auction, and that all of the stuff you see here was not mine and did not go into my house.
Linda and Lee might have found a few things, though.
From this weird bean-dad and his bean-son, have a very happy Father's Day!
This past Saturday I went along with my friend Linda and her mom to their favorite auction, Stoner's Auction House...and no, no one was getting stoned there...or if they were, I didn't see it.
While the building is not a great example of architectural design, Stoner's does hold a whole lotta stuff.
Like trays and trays of jewelry, which I did not bid on because I was feeling rusty; it has been awhile since I bid at auction and the fast paced action was flying by me.
Each lot went very cheaply, and I could have kicked myself for not jumping into the bidding.
There were plenty of knives, fishing poles, remote-control cars and pretty much anything else you would want for a man-cave.
There were a ton of old radios and I did finally jump back into the bidding pool by sticking my hand up with my paper number and buying two of these for my Etsy Shop. I kept the momentum going and bought an old red-metal stool and wooden apple crate too.
But among the things that caught my eye because I might want to buy them, were many other things that caught my eye because I really did not. Like this mask...just no. It looks like its laughing at you; it gives me a complex.
I think this elf-guy might be laughing at me too. Or I'm just getting paranoid.
This lamp was quite fancy...and bulbous.
This was a poster from the good-old-days when celebrities would advertise for cigarettes and how great they made your throat feel.
Since Mark was not with me - he usually is looking at his watch about a half-hour into the auction - I got to stay the whole time, which was easy to tell with all the clocks around.
Mark's early Father's Day gift was not making him go with me to the auction, and that all of the stuff you see here was not mine and did not go into my house.
Linda and Lee might have found a few things, though.
From this weird bean-dad and his bean-son, have a very happy Father's Day!
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