My mom picked up three boxes of pink glassware which she thought was pink Depression glass at a yard sale this weekend for $20. She haggled with the seller, who originally wanted $25. In the end, mom was victorious. If she had her way, she would have paid .50 for it all. You know those short Mexican ladies with long ponytails and skirts with black shoes who seem to be at every single yard from here to eternity, trolling from yard sale to yard sale, wanting everything for .50? Ugh! It's so annoying.
"Aye, que caro...pues, I onleee have feefty cents."
So then my mind thinks of having to pack up all my crap that I want to get rid of so I roll my eyes and sigh, "Ok. Fine. Fifty cents." Then homegirl opens up her little purse, bypasses her wad of bills and counts out fifty cents. Then she triumphantly walks back to her Chrysler 300. Aggghghh. That just bug me! But it's okay. I realize my mom is the same way, she just doesn't wear long skirts with black shoes and her hair...well, there is no long ponytail in sight.
I've found the only way to combat that is to have my Caucasian sister-in-law present. She can have yard sales and sell clothes for $4 a pop--unheard of in yard sale circles--and have not one person contest the price. Or haggling. She never has to haggle. I don't know what it is. Maybe because she doesn't speak Spanish. Maybe because she has that intimidating presence of the white devil. Heh heh. I'm kidding, of course. You know I love you, Cass.
We like to call her our Caucasian back-up.
Then there is the reverse scenario...Caucasian shoppers who rifle through your piles of stuff with disdain. Or they look at you like you can't speak English and why are these filthy little brown children running around? But when they want something, they are willing to come out the pocket.
So me and mom decided to go through the box of this beautiful pink depression glass. Or so we thought. Being avid collectors of the green depression glass, we thought we had struck gold. Plates, mugs, sherbet glasses, wine glasses, a serving bowl, condiment platters, tea cups....all in perfect condition. Wow. It's really rare that you find something from this era with an entire set still intact.
Mom wanted to give it to me to display, but since my collections are already bursting off my buffet and shelving, I had to think of something else. Besides, pink isn't really my color.
"Why don't we try to sell it on ebay?" I asked her. Greedily, I thought of making a killing on all this antique pink depression glass.
My precious.
So I wrote down the name on the underside of the delicately beautiful pink plate so I could look it up. Rosaline. Arcoroc, France. Hmmmm, if it's from France, it's gotta be worth something right? You know, those superior Europeans and all.
After some research, my bubble began to slightly burst. Turns out that many people get confused into thinking this is pink Depression glass when in fact, it was manufactured in the 80's to early 90's. Hmmmph. No wonder the entire set was still intact. Bummer. It didn't help to discover people selling pieces of the set on ebay for $1.94 a piece.
Sigh...all that greed stirred up for nothin'.
