Maybe I should call it an addiction. I've had to limit myself to only once a month. If not, I'll spend a fortune. It's terribly unhealthy.
What, you say? Drugs, alcohol, an illicit affair?
Nope. It's worse.
It's online antique auctions.
In two weeks, I've spent $*#*%@& (can't reveal the actual number in case someone tells David...) and who knows how many hours checking the furniture, collectibles, and junk for sale on www.proxibid.com.
I've even made a trip to Greenville, SC to pick up 3 beds, 3 end tables, a night stand, a wooden chest, 6 chairs, various Degenhart glass pieces, an old bottle crate, a Shawnee planter, a Fiestaware platter, and several old planters, one of which is a McCoy. I told David I was picking up a bed. Only.
I just got a box from Kansas today. It has some Christmas plates, a depression glass creamer, and a couple of other things. Cost me only 36 dollars.
And 14 dollars to ship it.
I'm visiting Manchester, TN Thursday. Two old library chairs.
I have 5 more boxes coming in the next week or so. Or maybe 6??
Yeah. I'm addicted.
Just don't bid against me. Or do...please...
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