As I hinted at in my last post
, I was sorely tempted to bid on something, practically anything, from the recent auction of items of Greta Garbo at Julien’s
. It isn’t often one is given this opportunity. In looking at the catalog estimated prices, there were several that I thought I could afford. Now, I’m not naive. I know auctions often go for much higher that the estimated bid prices. But some were most reasonable, so I thought, even with probable escalation of prices, some of the items may still be within my reach. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to register for the auction and just give it a go. What could watching hurt?
BIDDING – DAY ONE
The first day of bidding opened and my hopes plummeted. There was auction fever and prices were going for amounts far beyond my reach. Hubby had given me a nice little budget and said, “Merry Christmas”, but I put a halt to my hopes. Even for the things I could have still afforded, my stinking personality wouldn’t allow me to bid on them. Have you ever taken one of those personality tests? Ones like Myers-Briggs? I am an ISFJ – Introversion/Sensing/Feeling/Judging. Some of the personality traits of an ISFJ are being conscientious, practical and responsible. While all I had to do was press the bid button to throw myself into the fray, I couldn’t do it. How could I be so irresponsible? What would I do with it if I got it? How could I overpay for something that, if it wasn’t owned by Greta Garbo, would be valued at a fraction of its cost? And I disappointed myself. Here I had permission to be frivolous and step outside of my comfort zone, but I shut myself down. One of the lots was a bunch of her sewing supplies, including needle books from Sweden that were obviously given by family members. As a seamstress, I would have loved this, but I couldn’t bring myself to bid on it.
BIDDING – DAY TWO (BITES NAILS!)
The next day of bidding came about and I wasn’t feeling hopeful the prices would be better, but having spent the night kicking myself in the pants, I was resolute to stop being a coward and push myself. And low and behold, the early bidding prices were not as horrendous as the prior day. As my confidence grew, I had to settle on what I could bid on, as I could only afford one thing. What to choose? While most would think clothing would be an obvious choice, I refer you back to my ISFJ personality. Being practical and responsible, I would feel the responsibility of not displaying it, but knowing how fragile fabric can be, storing it in acid free tissue and likely pulling it out once a year to admire. How practical is that? So then I thought about a household item, maybe a piece of china or the like. For some reason, I felt better about that. How logically that would work, since glassware can shatter, I can’t tell you. But I didn’t say my logic was exactly logical, now did I?
So, to not drag this out, without any further ado, I can tell you I hit the bid button! Here is what I bid on.
Ha, ha. I had a nice little budget, but not $30,000 worth of budget.
There was a lot with vases that were my favorite shade of green in the world and since there were five of them, it made an instant little collection. I narrowed that down to what I would bid on. Bidding was quickly going up and fear was starting to set in, but somehow, unlike any of the other auction items, I was able to actually snipe the item. For most other items, when a new bid would come in, the auctioneer would then ask for a higher bid and wait and wait and wait to make sure a higher bid wouldn’t come in. In my case, the bidding went something like this…
Auctioneer – I have $300, asking at $400. Any interest in the room at $400.
Me – (Bugger, am I going to bid or not, I have to push the button, just push the button)
Auctioneer – Fair warning, sold…
Me – (Yikes as I frantically push the button)
Auctioneer – …at $400.
The notice I had won flashed on the screen and I just yipped in shock. My grand bidding experience lasted literally all of one second. No stretching it out. No waiting to see if I would be outbid. I barely had a chance to react, it was click, gasp, oh! And I couldn’t believe it. I had actually won! I would own items from Greta Garbo! Would you like to see what I got?
Simple, pretty, and something that would fit perfectly in my home. For all I knew Greta Garbo had them shoved under her kitchen sink. I know, I know. They’re not the compact. Not a gown. Not the Louis Vuitton luggage. Nothing glamorous. But they were hers, they’re lovely, and now they’re mine. I’m pleased as can be. I pick them up Wednesday or Thursday. And, yes, I see the cost is $512. You have to pay a percentage of the fees of the auction house, too. But I knew that going in.
Have you ever been excited about something you won at auction? What have you won?