Now, don't get me wrong. I realize that the antique malls have been hit as well by the economic downturn; but in some cases I've seen more people visit them then usual. Yet, enough on that rant.
This post is also about a fabulous score that I made this past weekend. Everytime I visit an antique mall, I get so excited when I see salvaged pieces of gingerbread. It makes me smile to know that somebody out there cared enough to save it; but on the flipside it makes me sad because of the outrageous prices they want for said pieces. I've seen vendors ask $75 to $150 for tiny pieces of gingerbread.
Which brings me to this weekend. Scouring the stalls, I came across a pair of the below Victorian Corbels (about 18" tall). They were in imaculate condition, already stripped and ready for hanging.
I picked them up to admire the craftmanship, knowing full well that these would be on the high side of $150 a piece if not more. Yet, when I turned the pricetag over, my jaw dropped to the floor. The vendor only wanted $22 for the pair. $22...make no mistake about it. I picked them up and practically ran to the counter (I don't run; but you get the idea).
As a friend of mine said, it kind of makes up for all of the hours spent hunting only to turn up nothing in the end. Keep a lookout for what I do with these babies once warmer weather hits.