It was my first big auction as a voluntary participant. Before this sale I had only been to auctions strictly as the dragging her feet, complaining the whole time, not going to have fun if it kills me kid of antique dealers. When you're ten years old there is nothing quite so terrifying as the prospect of sitting with a bunch of old people in a noisy room while stuff you couldn't care less about is paraded endlessly across a stage. It takes hours, it's boring, and the best you can hope for is maybe they'll have pie.
There are many people who attended who could give better impressions on the actual items for sale (and I hope they will add their two cents on the forum) but my review of the auction is from the perspective of someone who likes antiques, and was hoping to take something really special and unique home to my little Toronto apartment. I didn't know the exact value of the items, but I knew there were some fantastic items for sale. I knew many (okay, most) items would be out of my price range. In the end, all the items I wanted were out of my price range. I had fun bidding up the price for other people, however. I became a bit of a curiosity in my row for my habit of eagerly bidding during the hundreds of dollars then frantically shaking my head and slumping in my chair as the bidding reached the thousands. As someone behind me said "hey, at least you're trying". Anson was also feeling the excitement followed immediately by panic when he bid on the few items we wanted. It was exciting, and truthfully, enjoyable.
So in the end, the auction was fun and memorable. I'm definitely glad I went. Anson and I were among the youngest bidders there (we are in our twenties) and most of the bidders were at least ten years older. Why am I mentioning this? Well, aside from making me feel young and hip, the age of the crowd also tipped me off to the lack of interest or perhaps knowledge my generation has towards antiques. Who's going to collect and care for this stuff when our parents are gone? Will we know the value of our heritage? Are we too poor to attend auctions like this or has Ikea ruined our appreciation for everything old and unusual?
The Larmon auction was a rarity for its exceptional quality but there are sales of every calibre still taking place in auction houses across Canada. Maybe you don't want to attend all the auctions in your region (ten year old me still has valid complaints) but they really can be interesting, educational, and entertaining events. You may leave with something amazing, or you may leave empty handed but full of pie. In any case there are worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon.