Doesn’t it just figure.
I’m desperately combing garage sales for thirty years in search of a Raphael or a first edition of Ulysses, and some Airforce Lieutenant Colonel in Buffalo, NY gets lucky in his own living room. Turns out the painting came into the family via a German Baroness who gave it as a gift to her lady-in-waiting. Nowadays she’d get Joe Malone hand cream.
Not that I’m killing myself with jealousy. In fact I think I might have learned something useful from this story — and that, dear friends, is the importance of hope.
Last month I found an old paperback copy of Kon Tiki and a chipped Quimper plate at our local fete. And just this morning I fished half an oreo, two broken pencils and seventeen pence out of my daughter’s schoolbag. Which makes me absolutely 100% positive that there’s a tiny Titian lurking somewhere in the house.
Just off to search under the sink.
Thanks Meg. I was wondering what to give my lady-in-waiting!
You have a spare Michelangelo, Francesca?
Not a spare! A sufficiency
She is beautiful – more enigmatic than the Mona Lisa. Or more sulky, either way….I never look down the back of my sofa, too scared I might find a minotaur. Or cholera.
She’s my favourite Raphael. I think she looks a touch peevish, as if she’s saying, ‘hands off my baby unicorn.’
just breathe through it, meg, okay, and repeat after me, “it’s all good.”
june e.
do ya’ll have goodwill’s over there? a favorite haunt for rare and incredulous bargains and great art. okay, couldn’t wait to get home and tell you, that i have a new favorite title for you, to add to books that you wish you had written-stargirl. it will change your life.
Stargirl is gorgeous. And Sharon Creech’s The Unfinished Angel looks pretty lovely too. Haven’t read it yet….
you’re too much. xxx
So if Francesca has her own ‘goodwill’ we could hope to find some treasure?
I hang around outside her local Oxfam shop.
A ‘yard sale’ would save one link in the equation.
I started to collect James Joyce books years ago and anything that referred to him and his work. When several booksellers told me that was the most sought-after of authors I gave up because evrything was so dear!
I’m off to search the attic for hidden treasures…..
Treasures galore at Drayton Park School car boot sale on Sunday 17 October. Sellers park up from 9am (£6 plus another fiver if you need to hire a table), anyone looking for treasure (ie, all Meg’s followers because I bet we have baby unicorns, James Joyce wigs and books etc) come at 10am until 1.30pm. If you find a Michaelangelo or similar please have a free coffee on the pta (tho not sure we can emulate the Chilean miners and also provide an ipad, tickets to Man U etc).
Sounds great. We’ll definitely wander over. Hold the baby unicorn for me.
Screw the painting, I want a baby unicorn.
My googlereader stopped googlereading your blog, for which it has been severely chastized.
That girl was totally baby-talking her baby-unicorn and you interrupted her and now she’s all, What.
That ‘what’ would be in italics if I thought your comment system would support html tags. Let’s test it. What.
Have I mentioned that you make me laugh, Raych?
I think you said something one time.
I live to amuse.
No dice on those htmls.