Antiques: Yes or No

I bought my sister a necklace dating from 1500BC, of lapis lazuli from an Egyptian archaeological dig. There is a dealer near me who specializes in similar things - neither rare nor valuable enough for museums, but interesting enough for domestic use. I have a few Greek and Roman coins, and most of my furniture is at least a hundred years old, as well as lots of books, of course. And there is a pothook in the beam over the inglenook where the first homeowners would have cooked their food over the fire.

Antiques are generally, not always, better made, and of better materials.

Ok, you won. :rolleyes:
 
They haven't made a facotry b-block Mopar since 1978 . . . and I have a stack of them.


You can't have too much cast iron, provided it's in the proper configuration. ;)
 
Then clearly none of 'my' people could have been in your sights.

;)

Unless, of course, your last name is Fey...
 
Ok, you won. :rolleyes:

Oh, come on - I wasn't trying to win anything, and I'm sorry if I came across that way. There are people whose houses are absolutely rammed with genuine antiques - I never had anything like the money for that. But it's nice to live amid things that have stood the test of time, that's all.
 
Come on. You won fair and square.

Here is your dinosaur bone trophy. Now get the fuck out of here.
 
I had to think hard on this one. I will inherit a few pieces when my mom dies but other than that I have only two things - a pearl necklace and bracelet that were my great, great grandmothers' on my paternal side and a cast iron skillet that we use for camping that my nanny gave to me on my wedding day. It's the one she used and taught me to cook with.
 
Except for some family heirlooms, I discovered that I'm not that into antiques. Not knowing who had them and what they were used for bothers me. Did somebody die in that antique bed? Masturbate on that table? It's the same with old movies where all the actors are dead. It makes me too sad to watch. What do you think?

That's the most bizarre thing I've ever heard.
 
About 33 years ago my aunt gave me a chest that had been her parents, my grandparents. It was in fair condition. It needed one piece of wood on the bottom of the front replaced and new bottoms to the bottom two drawers. The first time I refinished it to remove the battered varnish. The second time I bleached the wood to lighten it. After many coats of tongue oil and new knobs it's now one of my wife's favorite pieces of furniture.

The history of it being in our family since it was new makes it all the better.
 
And when the tea is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine on until tomorrow, let it tea
I wake up to the scent of patchouli,
Mother Mary comes on me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it tea
 
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