When people ask me what I do for a living, I tell them I am a treasure hunter. You know, just like Indiana Jones, except without the exotic near death adventures and whip. Oh and I am not a man either. Anyway, back to the point. When I buy antiques and collectables, I focus on hunting for items from people who no longer treasure them.
There is nothing more satisfying than standing in a dewy field on a cool Sunday morning at my local flea market, rummaging through a dusty old box and unearthing a dull, filthy vase. Clearly some of you reading this will think I am a trifle mad. The point is one man’s rubbish is another man’s gold. Well, not so much rubbish, more people’s household bits and bobs, which have been long forgotten. Tucked away in an attic or garage; their very existence expunged year after year or even decade after decade.
Once home and clean, the filthy old bit of china is now a rather stunning 1880s, Victorian, blush ivory vase, made by Keeling and Co. It looks beautiful above my fire place, filled with a single yellow gerbera. I will be sad when it sells, and how can it not? It is simply stunning! But sell it must as my home is rather over filled with similar treasure but my, I do have a weakness for blush ivory…
However, all that glitters is not always gold. There is nothing worse than discovered a fabulous piece that is damaged. A hairline crack or a chip on the base rim. It is incredibly frustrating but often the case that old pottery is often damaged. I guess it makes the pottery I find that is in good condition all the more precious. Perhaps I should close my Etsy shop and open a museum instead. That way I would never have to sell any of the pieces I treasure!