A Really Good Day

I'd planned to post about sterling and various other silvers, complete with some great pictures of some great pieces I've found, but life intervened.  In a good way.  In a very good way.  The silver will have to wait.  For this:

Okay, technically, it's a "these" but still ...

Yesterday, Mama Angel gave me a big kick to leave early for a tutorial, hit a place south of the classroom, before going to my "real" job.  That was around 12:45.  I ate some toast.  I watched the rest of Being Human.  I combed my jewelry box for just the right earrings.  Then I left ... at 1:30.  When I got to the store I immediately zeroed in on a fantastic oak flatware box (for the Tiffany & Co Chrysanthemum silver I'm going to find someday), and then went to the jewelry.  As I was searching, I found ... very little.  Figures.  I've been finding a bit here (a 10K service pin for $1 at a yard sale Saturday) and there (10K earrings for $1 at a thrift shop three weeks ago) over the past two months, but mostly not too much.  And this was no different.  Truthfully, until a friend approached me and told me I'd just missed several 14K and 18K chains that a woman had simply snapped up ... within the last hour ... I didn't think anything of it.  But, of course, after that helpful information I obsessed.  And cursed myself for not listening to the interfering Feathered One.  (Hey, I can't tell the difference between "really, Honey" and "psyche!" lately, maybe because she seems to lead me into the latter so often ... for a lesson ... for my own good ...)

Anyway, today I finally gave up and just decided that with all the gold hunters around, possibly even educated by yours truly, the means were much more important than the ends so why obsess about a few chains?  And I also vowed to Listen next time, and to act on it.

So when I knew that I needed to hit my favorite consignment store, and suddenly realized I also needed to refill my HBP meds (the ones that help my head) before the Big Ugly heading our way hits us with a foot of snow (seriously, I had to get it two ways) I didn't hesitate: I made tracks, right then.  (Well, after my shower ... c'mon, not even Mama Angel is that gross!)

When I walked in the door, I saw a table full of Valentine's Day stuff, just inside the door.  The earrings weren't the first thing I looked at, but once I picked one up, felt its heft, heard it clink against itself in just that tone (oh, shut up, they're hollow!), I smiled.  When I saw the $3 price tag, I thought I was wrong, especially since it was dated 1/13/11.  No visible marks of any kind, however, so, being me (and trusting my nosy guardian) I looked more carefully.  Just inside the backclasp (they're pierced, posts, but with the spring-loaded self-locker) was "14K."  Crap!  I held on tight, and went to the display by the register, hoping this consigner had more.  No luck.  The clerk brought out the rings for me, though (I didn't even ask!) and one caught my eye.  $60, but just brought in today, and it was heavy.  (And no, that's not a diamond - the mark not only says "14K" but "CZ," and it is.  Makes changing out the stone problematic.)

Anyway, in the time it took to wait for my refill, I picked up over a half-ounce of 14K gold.  Then I taught a class, cleaned the pieces up, tested them (YES!) and weighed them, all before dinner.

I love the ebb and flow of the seasons (even the snow!).  But it's the erratic, cyclic nature of the Hunt that keeps me on my toes.

That, and my lesson-loving, hammer-over-the-head, Winged One.

The New New Year

I thought if I decided to write only when I had something to say it would free me up.  All it did was make me lazy!  Bad, bad, bad Bunny!

So I decided to write once a week.  Period.  And if I've found no great deals or if I've been too busy writing books or teaching test prep (or sick, as I was yesterday) then I will ... improvise.  Let's face it, I vowed this wouldn't just be about the lastest amazing deal (though that's my rush) but about dreaming about future amazing things, the ones I would love to find, and helping others do the same.  Imagine it and make it real, right?  Today's the day, right?  Doesn't happen by accident!

Remember, I don't believe in luck; I believe in putting myself in the way of anything that might fall into my lap.  That takes a lot of work.  Some of it is hitting thrifts and yard sales and pawn shops ad nauseum.  But most of it, the biggest and most time-consuming part, is educating my eye by 1) reading everything I can on anything that might appeal to me, 2) looking stuff up (Replacements, eBay) to see what things are actually selling for, and 3) listening to everyone.

Take silverplate, for instance.

If you're like me, when you think silverplate you think of that coffeepot your mother only used when she had the Bridge Club over, or the big box your parents had in the dining room, the one lined with felt, the one they opened only at holidays.  And while you have great memories of the occasion (other than the whole rub-with-stinky-crap-and-turn-your-fingers-black thing before the big meal), and you love to use it in your own house to recreate those memories, chances are when you decided to find out how much it's worth so you can insure it properly you found out that your Ikea nightstand is worth more, and so you lump all silverplate into the bedroom-in-a-box category and write it off completely.

And you should - if you have the most popular pattern in the most popular era of the most affordable and popular dress-up thing from our parents' era.  But silverplate goes back more than a hundred years before that ...

We all know that sterling has been the status flatware for centuries, so, of course, only the wealthy could afford it.  In the mid-1800's, several people figured out that if they mixed silver with a bunch of other chemicals into a solution, dunked a metal object connected to an electrical source (remember electricity as a flowing thing instead of a lightning thing was new then) into that solution, and turned on the juice, then that object would attract and hold onto all those lovely little silver particles.  For a fraction of the cost of sterling, something could have the look and feel of silver because it was silver.  Voila!  Instant middle-class status symbol.  And, of course, instant flood on the market.  People were silverplating anything and everything to give it that high-end look.

That's where the secret comes in, however:  it all depends on what was plated ... and who did the plating.

Good craftsmanship is good craftmanship, and good names are good names.  As it turns out, silverplate is one of those hidden treasures, simply because there's so much junk out there.  I spoke with at least half-a-dozen people this month who would no more buy a piece of silverplate than try to fly to the moon on a boat, and yet a quick search on eBay showed me this, and this, and this!  Of course (big surprise) the name is the big deal.  Tiffany & Co, Christofle, Georg Jensen, all of these people made silver and silverplate, and are top of their line no matter what the line is.  But my own personal story is this one:

These were some silverplate I found a couple of years ago in a thrift store that had flatware in big plastic storage containers, the kind of tubs you store your athletic equipment in.  Huge.  The sign said "25 cents each," and it was 25% off day.  I found the picked up the first piece because it was so unusual.  I sat down on the concrete floor and went through both bins because I was curious.  And I walked out with them because it was cheap, and I was still at that I'll-try-anything stage (especially when it cost me about ... $2?).  I saw the "1847 Rogers Bros" mark, researched the pattern ("Columbia"), and went to eBay to see what was selling.  Respectable, I thought, at $1 or $2 each piece (but not by itself ... shipping, you know).

Then I realized they didn't look quite ... right.  Mine were more three-dimensional.  I continued to scroll down until I saw a set that looked better, six Columbia "hollow handle" knives, still with two days to go, and up to ... 55 cents?  No, that was dollars!  And it wasn't even done yet!

Well, I got those pieces out and scrutinized.  I'd already learned that if a piece of glass or pottery is chipped its value drops like panties in Mad Men so I figured the same thing would happen when plating was rubbed away.  It was, and those forks all had issues with plating.

Clearly rubbed away - and that's the best one of the bunch.  I put off doing anything with them but hoarding them (DragonBunny that I was).  But as the first phase of the Great Purge, I sold them last fall in a ten day auction for something over $300.  Because when it's rare, or well-made, or perfect, or just plain cool, then - silver plated or not - someone wants it.  And if you do your research ahead of time, you can recognize it when you see it!

Even when you don't know quite what It is.

The New Year

The Big Lug is taking a nap after work, I'm relaxing in that twilight time between making dinner and eating it, and all's right with the world.  Christmas was wonderful with a house full of family and laughter and food, the week afterward is crazier with its traffic and grumpy people galore.  And, since I've yet to see the deluge of donations hitting the thrifts, it's been a nice bout of shelf-and-window shopping rather than a drain on my funds.

Happy New Year-to-Come.  May all your days be The Day!

2011 is going to rock!

The Time Between

I didn't realize when I divorced myself from the Tuesday deadlines that I would go so long between blogs - I've written plenty when I was busy before.  But this kind of busy, as you might have figured out from my last post, is not the same kind of busy.

The classes slowed down, finally, because I took a leave of absence from them.  The December and January test courses rarely run on all cylinders, so no one complained.  Well, too much.  Not after I told them it was because I needed to investigate medical issues - my migraines had gotten out of control, average of three a week, and though they weren't the kind that made me puke or sent me to bed in a dark room for hours, I was tired of working through the pain.

My MRI revealed a Chiari 1 malformation:  a birth defect that makes the base of my skull just a tad too small funnels part of my brain (the "tonsils") into my spine, resulting in crappy balance and migraines that hit my face and forehead (front) but come from the back.  This type of Chiari is the most common - about 1 in 2000 people have it - and most are asymptomatic.  Mine isn't, obviously, but I've been walking around with it for more than three decades already.  The bad news is there's no cure for this level, no smart meds to reduce or change the shape of things, only surgery to let things expand without crawling into the vertebrae (but only if it gets really, really bad).

Now, this seems like a bad thing, but it's not.  I actually thought I was having little strokes!  To have a name for it (and, more importantly, a location) is a miracle - the last migraine I had, I slapped an ice pack on the base of my skull and it was gone in 15 minutes!  I still have to see a neurologist (on the 22nd) for instructions how to avoid worsening, but mostly it will be pain management - and since I hate meds so much, I'll likely stick to ice ... and stress reduction.

Which brings me to the benefits.  First and foremost, I've already reported this to my boss, told her I would never be Iron Woman again so don't ask me to work 13-hour days any more.  Secondly, since this is aggravated by physical stress as well as mental (a good sneeze can force it farther into the spine!) the Big Lug has been my Work Horse, as well - good for him to get out of his La-Z-Boy, yeah?  (As if I'm one to talk...)  And third, the time after the MRI (but before the Doc will start fiddling with my routine) has been well spent - my writing partners and I finished our first mystery novel:  several drafts, cover, and all, to go up exclusively as a Kindle book in just a few days.  The only problem was that I not only had the time not spent in class but that I gave up hunting the thrifts to push through so we could meet our deadline.

But that isn't the norm.  Without a buttload of classes, I have time to get caught up on much over the weekends - and since tutorials have actually ramped up instead of down as they usually do this time of year, I have income that will carry me through without dipping into savings.  My holiday shopping is almost finished, the packages for faraway people will be out of my hair by Wednesday, at the latest, and I look forward to relaunching the quest, just in time for all those lovely end-of-year donaters to throw all sorts of wonderful things into my path!

Truly, this is a blessing in disguise - my deepest wish is and has always been one in which I have complete control over my schedule.  My writing is rarely (only last week) stressful, and I'm usually tapped out by 1 pm, which gives me a couple of hours (before my tutorials take over) to hit the thrifts.  The weekend class/tutorial/hunt goat-rope was what was exhausting me, and that will ease - in fact, if I decide to take two days off now (with Saturday clear to hunt!), no one will be able to do more than snivel a bit.  This weird little ailment might just give me my ideal life.

And ain't that a kick in the head!

Thirty Days

In thirty days I can ...

Finish writing a novel with my two partners.
Have seventeen migraines.
See my dentist.
Edit the novel the novel (on Kindle by the 15th!).
Buy three computers - two for me!
Get an MRI.
Make a huge Thanksgiving dinner.
Lose 10 pounds, then find 5 of them again.
See my doctor.  Twice.
Sell some great things on eBay (the internet yard sale goes on ... forever).
Make an appointment with a neurologist for the problem that's been causing my migraines.
Shop on Black Friday for only the second time in my life.
Tutor over a hundred hours.
Walk ten miles.  (Okay, I've been a slug.)
Finish fully funding my IRA for the year.
Get two colds.
Make an appointment for getting two cavities filled.
Freak out a little.

It's been a long month.  Not much hunting, as you can see, but I'm still here!
Happy Holidays!