Diary of a Mad Antique Dealer

It's Antiques Week, and though sometimes I fire up the trusty steed and hightail it for the Armory, this year I must stay in Maine.

Darling Reggie, I mean,  Reggie Darling, requested more photos of the shop from time to time, and herewith I amuse you with some of the junque that passes through.  His exact request included the comment that it gave such good insight into my fevered mind.....oh dear...be careful what you wish for....

I loved this 1840's American Gothic Revival pier table, probably Boston, with a wonderful gold and black marble top.  The 18th century French pier mirror, much like the one over the mantel in the Duck Creek dining room, belonged to the late Society decorator Nancy Pierrepont

I should have kept the plaster column lamp.  I really should have.  You can't really see it, but the amusing little print to the left is an 18th century French fashion print, done during the balloon craze of the late century, of a woman with a high hairdo done up to resemble the Montgolfier balloon.  The print leaning on the chair, a rare English print showing a fencing match before the Prince Regent, featuring a cross-dressing swordsman.  Oh those English!

 Okay, here's the key to my taste:  if it's painted, pale, and slightly classical, then I'm a goner, gotta have it.

 As I said, if its off white, classical...guess I'm just an old fashioned boy.  I was going to keep this, but a nice friend of JCB passed through and away it went.  At least it went to a good home.  Looking for all the world like a Roman Emperor, it's actually Daniel Webster. 

And how about this? Had to be seen to be believed.  And it was a pair.  TWO of them