I wonder what it is like to find a lost treasure?
I read today that an amateur art lover who paid £1,200 for a painting he found in a Paris junk shop actually bought the missing part of Gustave Courbet’s infamous masterpiece The
Origin Of The World. Courbet's masterpiece is the first painting to depict a ladies sensitive places in a realistic way. It was banned at first, and then the head of the model in the painting was removed to stop her being shunned by society.
Anyway this head that's been found has been valued at 35 million quid. Nice. Yes, that's the stuff that dreams and afternoon Radio 4 plays are made of.
Anyway this head that's been found has been valued at 35 million quid. Nice. Yes, that's the stuff that dreams and afternoon Radio 4 plays are made of.
Lost treasures, all you have to do is find them. Not that
this sort of thing ever happens to me. Yes, I know that might be stating the
obvious but why shouldn’t it? After all I’ve been into attics. Mind you, apart
from a few boxes of discarded Christmas decorations and the odd Girl’s Own
Annual or two I’ve never found anything very interesting. Somewhere though
there will be an attic where somebody has, rather carelessly, forgotten that
horrible old painting that gave them nightmares or that hideously garish abstract
thing that their grandfather bought back from Paris.
Yes, there are a few Breugels and Picassos awaiting
discovery somewhere no doubt.
When we opened up the cellars I did discover a couple of old
lemonade bottles with marbles in their necks, but no there was no Ming vase
hidden away in any of the dusty corners.
On a couple of occasions I’ve been metal detecting. The
anticipation when you hear that beeping is beyond belief, but after a few dozen
rusty nails and bottle tops you begin to wonder why you are wandering
around in a muddy field on the off-chance that you find a Saxon
crown.
Back in the early days of car booting there were reports of
people buying Faberge brooches and first editions by Charles Dickens almost
weekly. These days though everyone seems to be an expert. Even the charity
shops know the value of the junk they are selling. I don’t ever expect to ever
buy a Burberry raincoat for a pound again - as I did once back in the
eighties.
It’s probably all down to e-bay. If you want to know the value
of anything just check it out there. That old wind-up robot that you had when
you were a kid is now worth ninety quid, that original Diamond Dogs cover you
can’t seem to find at least a hundred.
Even so, these flashes of lucky good fortune do still seem
to happen to other people pretty frequently so there’s always hope. Besides,
somewhere there’s a little old lady only too happy to part with that horrible
orange teapot for a tenner.
Lovejoy anyone?
Sharon Hutt on FB
ReplyDeleteI paid a fiver for a print at a car boot that I knew to be worth about £200, as I had another one in the series. But buying something because you like it, for it to turn into treasure is one mans loss and anothers luck. I do have hundreds of old beer mats that were found in my loft when I started renovating, maybe there's a gem in there. If there is it's been sitting there for 7 years so far waiting to be discovered.
Andrew Height Beer Mats are very collectable - http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/VINTAGE-1960S-GUINNESS-BEER-MAT-AFTER-WORK-GUINNESS-RARE-GOOD-CONDITION-/140907158969?pt=UK_Collectables_Breweriana_SM&hash=item20ceb89db9
DeleteSharon Hutt So I've heard but the thought of having to research and estimate value of them all, and then catalogue and list on a site like ebay is more effort than I want to invest tbh. One day.....
ReplyDeleteAndrew Height Most are worth at least a pound. If you have hundreds it's a free holiday. Just put them on at a pound each and see what happens - note* Guinness need to go on at a fiver, and Newcastle Brown at £2.50. Think Caribbean cruise.
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