Cabinet in a Hummel Stack

On the inside door, a farm wife had written a diary.

Last Fall, Cristy and I decided to adventure into a new territory for us, auctions. Now before you jump to conclusions or make assumptions, it's not the fancy schmancy auction houses like on TV. We knew this ahead of time, but were still a little shocked at the, shall I say, disorganization of the place. We thought in auction houses, estates were brought into a nice building. Then an auction was held to dispose of the items and make the owner and auction house money. We pictured it very simple, cut and dry, clean and organized. We also thought it would be an empty room until they brought in the "lot" of items and if there was time, perhaps they would do more than one person's estate. Boy, were we wrong. First of all, the building was old and in need of renovation. Secondly it was brim full of .........stuff. There were boxes upon boxes full of miscellaneous items, tables lined the walls and every surface was loaded with treasures (and crap) underneath and on top. Furniture was all over the place, uncovered and unprotected. As diverse as the items were, so were the people attending the auction. The couple seated next to us packed their own snack of sandwiches and chips. But you could also buy food. like nachos, in the snack bar. I'm not sure it would pass a health department inspection, so we steered clear. But who knew you ate during auctions anyway? The auctioneer was a real character in looks and behavior. He had his own cadence, which sounded a lot like "hey dollar dollar, now nine dollar dollar, now ten dollar dollar ". You checked in the near the kitchen, gave your name and they gave you a number (but not a fancy printed number on a stick). People walked around looking at the crapola while the auctioneer was doing his thing, which seemed a little awkward and rude. But we soon joined in and scoped out a cabinet from the early 1900's. Cristy and I talked about what we were willing to pay and waited. We waited while they bid on about 40 Hummel figurines and one miscellaneous box of stuff after another. Finally, we asked someone when the cabinet would be up next. They explained that you have to tell the auctioneer that you plan to bid on something. Oh my goodness, you mean if we'd said something earlier, we wouldn't have had to sit through all those darn Hummels?! So we passed on to the auctioneer our interest in the cabinet and finally it came up for bid. A couple of other people bid on it as well. It's very exciting and we were nervous! It happens so fast. But we won the bid and the cabinet was ours. Oops, one small problem, how are we going to get it home? We didn't plan to buy a piece of furniture for heaven's sake! So, Cristy drove home and got her truck, while I sat through a few more Hummels. We will be more prepared next time for sure! We might even pack a lunch.