Mar 8, 2011

A funny thing happened on the way to the antiques emporium...

Ok, so I'm a big fan of broadway. Wow, feels good to get that off my chest!

Signed KTF (Trifari) Dress Clips I found in Prescott


Here's a little story. A back and forth, if you will, with that special breed of loon you will most often encounter in an antique mall...
Prescott, Arizona is known for many things; they have the longest running Rodeo in the southwest, a few haunted hotels, many artsy folk, and a butt-load of antique shops. Most of these antique shops are lovely, and I have often lost hours scouring every nook and cranny for those special treasures. Most of the proprietors are equally lovely, and love to openly impart nuggets of wisdom to anyone who will stop and listen.


Now in a town who's livelihood is built on seasonal tourism, you would expect some of the smaller shops to welcome you with loving open arms and not let go until you've spent at least a few minutes and maybe a few dollars in their humble establishment. Not always the case. Some people just have that off-putting sense of entitlement that really makes you wonder if all sides of their bed are the "wrong" side. So unless you enjoy the rude barking of a large older man telling you they only "specialize in civil war and victorian era" goods, then I would avoid Red Lamp on Cortez street. Although I'm not positive that 1970's southwestern silver jewelry classifies as either "specialization" (but they do have lots of it!)

I definitely recommend Pennington's on Cortez. They have some real treasures and loads of costume jewelry to make you drool all over the floor! Among my list of favorites is Keystone Antiques, a multi-dealer shop with a fantastic selection of vintage jewelry as well! No, my beef is with a lady who was manning the counter at Merchandise Mart Antique Mall. Also on Cortez Street, this 15,000 square foot building hosts many vendors and treasures galore. It was here that I saw a gorgeous silver metal filigree panel bracelet with emerald glass stones. Wasn't too pricey, so I asked to have a look. I was wavering because of some metal wear, so I told her I would think about it while I shopped around the mall a bit. She said she would hold it at the counter for me. "thanks" that's some great customer service!
So after having discovered a few more goodies I just had to take home, I decided it was time to move on. At the counter, I inspect my items one last time, as per their "no returns" policy. After examining the bracelet in better light and seeing some of the large spots of darkened metal, I turn to my mom (my die hard shopping buddy and best friend) and say, "I just don't know if this is tarnish or bad metal wear, I don't know if it can be cleaned away."
The woman kinda glared at me, grabs the bracelet and says, "that's just patina, it means it's old. Why would you Want to clean it?"
Alright... Listen lady! If I want to, I'll buy this bracelet, take it out into the street, chuck it on the ground and back over it with my car!
I was quiet, a little taken aback. So I showed her the spot on the bracelet of blackened metal, i said, "I don't think this is patina." so she grabs a silver polishing cloth and says, "oh, I can get that off for you!" and she starts violently rubbing the piece on the cloth. To no avail does it the "patina" come off. I passed on the bracelet, politely thanked the woman, and went on my way.

It takes all kinds of people to make this world keep spinning, but I think this lady lives in some other world! Lesson: you shouldn't assume that all people know nothing about the antiques they buy, or you might end up watching me back over your "patinated" bracelet with my VW.

A few of my Prescott finds...



Old hammered biscuit tin with lions...

Fabulous art deco 1930s bracelet....

1930's German Chrome and Red Bakelite dress clip...

Juliana earrings. $4.00!

vintage earrings. $2.00!

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