Glassware, Gewgaws and Jimcracks

On the way home from the coffee house we stopped in Swayzee, "The only Swayzee in the World," or so the sign says as you enter the town.  The reason for the stop?  I am a prince.  BBBH likes, nay loves, to cruise antique shops.  I can cruise every aisle in a 2000 square foot shop in less time than it takes her to peruse the first display case.  For this reason, although we enter the store together, we do not "shop" together.

I find looking at the stuff mildly interesting, and sometimes memories are triggered.  But although a blue and white Swiftning can once sat on our pantry shelf, I have no interest in purchasing an empty can for several times the original cost of the product.

Sometimes there are items which we still own, and thus we make the "Oh, wow! look what our junque is worth!" comment.  When Beautiful mentioned to the Store Lady that we had a number of Hummel figurines like the ones displayed, the SL offered to buy our collection, and would pay one-half the prices she was asking in the store.  That is probably fair, and may well be the best offer we'll ever get; but do we want to sell?

So anyway, in a matter of thirty minutes I had done the entire store, and it is a rather large store for the sort of thing it does.  I told Beloved I was leaving and went to the car where I was asleep in a matter of minutes.  I awakened to her voice asking me to open the door.  Indeed.  She was laden with two large grocery sacks, which, as I placed them in the vehicle, I observed were quite full.  Of what I could not tell, for everything was wrapped in plain paper.

The picture above is the only thing I took from the store, and I did not purchase the item but merely captured its image.  When I saw the title I immediately thought "Melina Mercouri," even though the artist's rendition does not much resemble her.  On the back of the sheet music there was printed the assertion that this was "the most recorded song ever" along with a list of the many artists who had done it.  I'll take their word for it, for I would never have guessed that.

BBBH so wishes she had a buddy with whom she could "go antiquing" instead of the wet blanket who simply doesn't know how to have fun.  But I did take her to the store!

I do have good taste, though.  I was rather taken with a certain chocolate slag glassware of which there were many pieces displayed throughout the shop.  Unfortunately, the prices of the individual pieces ranged from $80 to $900; and the ones I most liked were at the top of that range.