
I received an email broadcasting a few unloading sales of Texas antique dealers willing to give us first pickings before the loot leaves for
The Big Red Barn.
Among the accompanying pictures of crocheted coverlets and hall trees was a pair of wooden deer heads. I know animal heads are over and no longer a fad,
blah, blah, blah, but I didn't want them for their trend. I wanted them because my heart skipped beats thinking of who carved these so many years ago and how someone lovingly cared for them all this time [sans the obscene amount of paint colors that have been brushed on throughout the years...]. Since receiving this email, all I could think about was getting to the shop as soon as my little feet could carry me there.
I arrived at the warehouse early and began the hunt. You sign in and by 9AM, the buying begins as they call each person in the order in which they arrived. That's when you make your purchases.
I quickly spot my deer and my heart is pounding. They were far more beautiful than I ever imagined. So intricate, old and interesting, and the colors of paint were enough to make me gasp for air! I decided I would be willing to double my initial budget and spend $200 for them. I quickly asked about designer discounts and the kind lady showed me how to read the to-the-trade pricing on the tickets. I ran back to my beloved deer and suddenly felt sticker shock like no other. My "special price" was a mere $895. $1000 for those not lucky enough to have the coveted Tax ID.
As I’m walking away, I hear two fancy women whispering about "these chairs being a must" and "those tables a definite," followed by plenty of pointing and acknowledging of other goods they will swipe when their number is called. Then one says, "...oh, don't forget
THE deer. Definitely the deer. Everyone will be clamoring for them."
REALLY? Really, I ask myself. Are there that many people clamoring to buy $900 deer heads? I'm clearly in the wrong business.