I used to go to fine art auctions that included a subsection on vintage clothing and jewelry. In fact, my wedding ring was bought at such an exclusive event. With a huge glossy print catalogue outlining all such exquisite buys to be had, the day of auction became a “seen and be scene” event. With an air of judgment for all who greeted you, you registered with an auction number and hoped for the best. Feeling like you had no right to be there, due to the passive aggressive response that the crowd had, the bidding became a psychological mind trap.

One bidding game in particular turned ugly. I had my eye set on a vintage Gucci 1970′s dress that I had luckily had the privilege of previously viewing as my friend was the coordinator for the vintage jewels and clothing for a primo auction house. I knew it fit, I knew it was gorgeous, and I knew I had to have it. After the bidding started I also knew it was going to be a bad scene. The alter-bidder was angry and obnoxious, throwing her bidding paddle aggressively in the air and scowling at me as if I had done her personally  wrong. Not to be deterred, I ended up spending 400% more than I had anticipated just to ensure that such a witch was “put in her place”.

Who got put in their place? I did. I stupidly spent more than I wanted to, or could afford, due to a weak ego.

Fast forward to today. At the most recent farm equipment auction, the people were so calm. Willing to provide help and assistance in advising what the best equipment was and how to use it, there was a comraderee that I have never before been witnessed at any auction. The communal response was witnessed from the onset as we pulled into the massive paddock vying to get a parking spot. Full of baseball caps and pick up trucks, people waited patiently while the one way lane in and out of the parking paddock had to control the comings and goings of all.

Once there, the people bidding were calm, cool, collected and connected. What a treat. In the end, we bought a silo for seed storage (see pics) and are happy for the amazing deal to be had. A big thanks to all of the old and new farmers who helped us figure out what to do and what equipment to do it with.

PS: my 70′s collectible Gucci dress still hangs in my closet but has been lonely for some time.