Saturday, February 6, 2010

Of Flea Markets and Yellow Police Tapes

The previous weekend we went to a flea market and saw many things that attracted us both for aesthetic and investment purposes. Since we're not at a time when we are allowing ourselves to buy things that we don't really need, we were on the look out for items that we could resell for profit. So many things caught my fancy, but that's when I realized that I didn't know nearly enough about the trade even though I used to write articles about different collector's items (note to self: affecting expertise when writing articles does not effect actual expertise). There was a table with fine teacups made in various places in Europe. I asked the seller if they were antique (they certainly looked it to my untrained eye) and she said they weren't. "You mean they're, uh, new, uh, contemporary, uh...?" See what I mean? I didn't even know how to talk about them, let alone start investing. The seller was happy to enlighten me, "Oh, they're old, but not yet a hundred years old." Apparently, they're careful about labeling things as antique. The teacups were mostly 1940s-1950s vintage. I also saw midget 400-day cupole clocks from West Germany, one of which I want for myself. Husband wanted to get an actual antique camera thingamajig, but like me, he didn't know how much they're really worth. You can bet we spent later that night googling and researching on ebay.

In other news, one of the studios on the ground floor has a yellow police tape barring the front door. Seven floors above, we had no idea anything worthy of the PNP's attention had taken place. I was naturally consumed with curiosity when I saw it, but there was nobody about I could ask. I bumped into one of the custodians and I asked her if it was an actual police tape (I went to UP; we did lots of crazy things for "expression") and she said yes. I inquired as to what happened and she said she didn't know. Yeah, right. I bumped into a neighbor from our floor and asked her. She didn't know either. To not seem like I was just being a nosy parker (although truthfully I was), I expressed worry. Was there a theft, a murder, a drug lab...? Our building has always been pretty safe as far as I know. I asked Husband to investigate since he was chummy with one of the custodians, but so far he hasn't found out anything yet. Aaargh. What could have happened? The police don't just put the tape out for any old petty crime, right? I hope it's not anything serious. We still have 4 months to go on our contract here.

8 comments:

Vera said...

I know nothing about those things! :)

Nakakatakot naman yung may police tape. Sana petty crime lang,

Vera said...

I know nothing about those things! :)

Nakakatakot naman yung may police tape. Sana petty crime lang,

spinninglovelydays said...

Hi, Vera. I certainly hope so. The admin's keeping mum about it. Guess I have to sleuth around, lol.

Sharkbytes said...

Hope you find some things to sell!

Sharkbytes said...

Oh! I love your correct use of affect and effect. Nice sentence to demonstrate that

spinninglovelydays said...

Hi, Sharkbytes. My MIL found a pair of earrings for me, but my husband and I were able to exercise restraint and agreed that we needed to do our research first. Thanks for appreciating the affect-effect thing :)

David DeWall said...

That is quite worrisome to see a police tape in your building. Like you say, the police do not put that up for a petty crime. Back in the States, the police only put that up for murder scenes, at least from the city in Illinois I am from.

spinninglovelydays said...

Hi, David. It is, isn't it? I'm going to channel my inner Nancy Drew and say I'm more determined than ever to get to the bottom of this, lol.