Collecting McCoy Pottery, Part Six


Before I move on to the next section of McCoy Pottery, I want to take a moment to thank you for your kind words on the anniversary of my mother’s passing yesterday. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. It was an emotional day, with tears and memories and conversations with my husband, my sister, and my father. In the middle of the afternoon, Don took me out and we walked around some antique shops and had some of our favorite donuts. That helped a little. As did your words of sympathy.

Back to the McCoy. There’s a bit more to share with you from the kitchen. And an interesting McCoy ‘mistake.’ Let’s start with two questionable finds:

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This vase sits on top of the cupboards. I’ve never seen it in any McCoy reference book (that in itself doesn’t mean anything – plenty of pieces are not in those books) but I have seen it being offered for sale for years as ‘unmarked McCoy.’ There seems to be some sort of consensus that it’s McCoy. It has the USA mark on the bottom. Some McCoy had only the USA mark. For some reason, I couldn’t get a very good picture of it, the glaze looks more uneven than it is. It matches the standard yellow McCoy glaze. I’m going to assume it’s McCoy.

But it might be something else.

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This one. I love it, it looked an awful lot like a McCoy design, but it turns out it’s slightly different. It’s not McCoy. Maybe Shawnee? Maybe Haeger? Nevertheless, I love it and it lives with its McCoy friends on top of the cupboards, where it seems to fit right in.

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These, I assure you, are  McCoy.

On the left: I bought this one early on in my collecting days. More modern in look, the style and the chartreuse color sold me. It’s from the 1950s. (I wasn’t happy with the individual photo of this piece, so I’m going to stick with this shot.)

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This is the peacock vase. I think it’s gorgeous. The design is on both sides of the vase.

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It’s from 1948.

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I’m not usually a fan of the dark green glaze McCoy used, but I fell in love with this vase many years ago. I love the vaguely Art Deco design; the handles, the flowers and stems which seem to be blowing in the wind that are on the front of the vase. It’s called the Modern Vase in one of my books. I’ve seen it since I purchased it in other colors as well. It’s from 1951.

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This is a McCoy wall pocket, in the form of a cuckoo clock. It was made in a few different color combinations, with both standard numbers and roman numerals. Because it was a wall pocket, it was easily damaged. If this was in pristine condition, it would be worth over $100. But it’s damaged. You can see where the top right edge has been glued together. A nicely done repair. And the little bird has a chip on the edge of his left wing. I probably wouldn’t have seriously considered buying this, but my friend Heidi was out shopping for her now-defunct shop and saw it. She called me on the phone and talked me into it and I’m happy she did. We’ve come to love it. It lives on the side of one of the kitchen cupboards, right by the sink. From the mid-1950s.

More McCoy – from upstairs – on Monday.

I leave again for Hartford this evening and have another all day long rehearsal tomorrow. I won’t get back until 9 or 10 Sunday night. I’m happy for the work, but it’s tiring, this driving back and forth. I’m used to staying there and not having to commute.

Happy Saturday.


A Year

It’s been a year – today – since my mother passed away. A whole year, yet an instant.

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My brother, my mother and me. Dave passed away in 1991.

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Mom and me.

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My grandmother, my mom, me, and my little sisters. For those of you who know her, Meredith is on the right.


Dad and Mom when they visited me in San Diego for the first time.

Thank you, Mom. I love you. I miss you.



Book Review: Behind Closed Doors by Elizabeth Haynes


Today I am reviewing Behind Closed Doors by Elizabeth Haynes for TLC Book Tours. As always, I am provided with a copy of the book in exchange for my honest review.

About the book (from the publisher): An old case makes Detective Inspector Louisa Smith some new enemies in this spellbinding second installment of New York Times  bestselling author Elizabeth Haynes’ Briarstone crime series that combines literary suspense and page-turning thrills.

Ten years ago, fifteen-year-old Scarlett Rainsford vanished while on a family holiday in Greece. Was she abducted, or did she run away from her severely dysfunctional family? Lou Smith worked the case as a police constable, and failing to find Scarlett has been one of the biggest regrets of her career. No one is more shocked than Lou to learn that Scarlett has unexpectedly been found during a Special Branch raid of a brothel in Briarstone.

Lou and her Major Crime team are already stretched working two troubling cases: nineteen year old Ian Palmer was found badly beaten; and soon after, bar owner Carl McVey was found half-buried in the woods, his Rolex and his money gone. While Lou tries to establish the links between the two cases, DS Sam Hollands works with Special Branch to question Scarlett. What happened to her? Where has she been until now? How did she end up back here? And why is her family – with the exception of her emotionally fragile sister Juliette – less than enthusiastic about her return?

When another brutal assault and homicide are linked to the McVey murder, Lou’s cases collide, and the clues all point in one terrifying direction. As the pressure and the danger mount, it becomes clear that the silent, secretive Scarlett holds the key to everything.

My review: This isn’t my first introduction to the writing of Elizabeth Haynes. I reviewed her psychological thriller, Into the Darkest Corner, two years ago. Then, as now, I was completely riveted by the story. Haynes is an incredibly skilled writer. She doesn’t pull punches when dealing with a story line that, in the case of Into the Darkest Corner, focuses on physical and psychological abuse, and in the case of this, her latest novel, focuses on the nightmare of human trafficking.

Haynes tells two stories: what is happening in the present, with the reappearance of Scarlett, along with the other cases Lou Smith is investigating; at the same time, she reveals, little by little, just what happened to Scarlett in the ten years since she disappeared – in Scarlett’s voice. The result is – and I’m not exaggerating here – an un-put-downable read. The author knows her subject matter and she knows how to pace a plot in a way that doesn’t rush, that carefully leaves clues here and there that keep you guessing. Yet, the plot has a forward movement that doesn’t tire, doesn’t lag. I found myself thinking about the book when I was doing other things in the course of the day.  I remember one particular time where a tantalizing clue had been laid out, very subtly, and I couldn’t help but think about it, turning it over and over in my mind, thinking ‘Could it really be this ?” Isn’t that the best feeling? To be so caught up in a story that it never quite leaves your thoughts? Even now, a good week after finishing it, I’m still thinking about it.

This book features strong female characters – from Lou Smith to DS Sam Hollands to Scarlett herself. They are women who fight against those who would do harm, who do their best to survive in a world that can be unbelievably, horrifyingly cruel.

I don’t linger too much on details in the plot because I think the publisher’s blurb gives just enough away and I’m not about to spoil your reading experience. Having said that, I admire the way Haynes doesn’t just tie things up neatly at the end of the story. There are questions left unanswered. There are issues that will raise questions in your mind long after you finish the last page. That makes for a very powerful ending, but not an ending, to this extremely well written novel.

I am a fan. I haven’t read the first installment of this Briarstone series, but you can be sure I will.

I recommend this one highly.


About the author: Elizabeth Haynes is a former police intelligence analyst, a civilian role that involves determining patterns in offending and criminal behavior. She is the New York Times  bestselling author of Into the Darkest Corner, Dark Tide, Human Remains, and most recently, Under a Silent Moon, the first installment of the Briarstone crime series.

Good news! One of you will win a copy of Behind Closed Doors. Just leave a comment here – on this post – and I’ll draw a winner’s name on Sunday.

Happy Thursday.


Collecting McCoy Pottery, Part Five


We’re hanging out in the kitchen, where McCoy pottery is in the china cabinet, on shelves, and on top of the cupboards. When we first looked at this house and saw the kitchen, I immediately knew that I would be displaying McCoy on top of the cupboards. In fact, one of the first things I did – even before the move here – was to pack up some of my larger pieces and bring them to the house. There was nothing else in here, but there was  McCoy.

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A stoneware console bowl, from the 1930s. This lives on a little shelf below the kitchen cupboards.

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I love this detail on the inside.

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A double cache pot and a bookend.

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This double cache pot is one of the first pieces I purchased. What’s not to love about this beauty? It’s in great condition and the bird, the bird just kills me. It’s from 1949. It comes in this color combination and also in a yellow and green combination – the cache pots being yellow. It lives next to the console bowl on that little shelf.

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McCoy made several styles of bookends. This is one of them. I only have one. Sob. But I’ll get another some day. It’s a planter bookend and it’s from 1953. It lives on the windowsill over the sink.

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A vase and a flower pot. They live above the cupboards.

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This vase is from the 1940s. Such a sunny yellow color!

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Here’s the mark on the bottom.

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This is called the Sand Dollar flower pot and it’s one of my favorites. It’s rather large and beautifully designed. I have two of them. The other is on the sideboard in the living room and has an actual plant – a pothos – in it. From the 1940s.

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This piece, which my friend Heidi gave to me, has in interesting history. During WWII, the bulk of McCoy’s production was given over to ceramic land mines. Though the resources available to McCoy were scarce in wartime, they had permission to use any clay left from the production of land mines to create a dinnerware line – the Oven Serve line. This casserole is from that line.

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The interior. Lots of crazing. I like that.

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A very basic mark on the bottom, with McCoy etched into the clay.

Oh yes, my friends, I have more. A few more pieces from the kitchen and then some pieces that live upstairs. We’ll have more McCoy on Saturday.

Happy Wednesday.


In the Mail & A Trip to Hartford

This is supposed to be a McCoy-free post, as the series continues tomorrow, but I had to share something with you.

My godparents lived on the next block over from us when I was growing up. I called them by their first names: Edith and Nick. You might remember that they gave me my very first egg cup, the second one from the left in the picture below.

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Luckily, I held onto that egg cup for years and eventually it sparked the desire to start a collection.

Edith and Nick had three children and all of us grew up together. Kay, their daughter, was just a few years younger than me. We played together all the time. I call her my godsister – is there such a word? She’s also my friend.

Kay and her husband lived in Maine for many years but when Edith and Nick, now living in Florida, grew ill, they moved down there to watch over them. Sadly, Edith and Nick are gone now, as is my mom. Kay reads this blog, much to my delight. When I started the McCoy series, Kay sent me an email with a photo of a piece of McCoy pottery – a pitcher – attached. Did I want the pitcher? It had been her mother’s and Kay remembered it being around for years. Of course, I said yes. Having something of Edith’s here at the cottage, something sent to me by Kay, would be a wonderful thing indeed. It arrived yesterday.

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This pitcher is from the 1940s and its simple lines are lovely. The design reminds me of the Strap Vase I showed you in an earlier post.

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Thank you, Kay (and Edith)! Kay wrote me a few days later to say that she saw the basketweave jardiniere pictured in a post and recognized it as an aqua pot she had stowed away in her shed. She ran out to the shed to retrieve it. Needless to say, it’s all cleaned up now and Kay has a beautiful piece of McCoy.

I’m headed to Hartford this afternoon to spend the night. I am working a few days here and there on their new production of Kiss Me Kate, directed by my pal Darko Tresnjak, the Tony Award-winning director of the musical A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder. Kiss Me Kate  is based on The Taming of the Shrew, so it includes text from Shakespeare, which is where I come in. I’m supposed to put in a total of five days work on the show, so I imagine that will include a few rehearsals and a Preview performance. I’m excited, because musical theater is my first love and Darko knows how to stage and direct a musical like nobody’s business.

Since the rehearsal day is 8 hours long and the drive there is 2 hours, the result would be a 12 or 13 hour day, so the theater is putting me up for the night. That makes things much easier!

But I have to leave these two.

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And I have to take our only car. Don will be hanging out at the cottage with his little girl, no doubt playing his guitar and watching the Red Sox.

I’ll be back here tomorrow night. In the meantime, I’m writing the next McCoy post ahead of time so that I have access to all my reference books.

The winner of a copy of Threshold, by G.M. Ford, is Debbie Price. Congratulations, Debbie. I’ll send you an email right away.

Happy Tuesday.


Collecting McCoy Pottery, Part Four


Today? A lot of photos. Hope you don’t mind! I’m going to start with one more living room group.

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The singing bird planters. Oh, how I love these. They’ve been photographed frequently for the blog, as they live on the piano. Of course they do. They’re singing!

They also used to be part of one of my headers when I was still on Blogger.

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The birds came in two sizes – 7 inches tall and 4½ inches tall. These are 7 inches tall. You can see how the glaze varies from piece to piece. I absolutely adore these birds. They’re from the 1940s.

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The mark – USA – is at the base of the bird.

I bought the aqua birds individually. First one, then I had to get another. Then, I felt they needed another companion, so I bought this little one:

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She is 4½ inches tall and is lovely. The books all describe this color as white, but it’s more of a cream to me. More of a matte look. Same USA mark on the base.

Now we move on to the kitchen china cabinet, where I display a lot of the smaller McCoy pieces. Here we go.

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Two planting pots and a pitcher.

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A flowerpot in the Hobnail with leaves pattern. From the 1940s.

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A quilted flowerpot with leaves around the upper rim and on the saucer. From the 1950s.

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Very old pitcher in a water lily pattern from 1935. This is from the early Nelson McCoy stoneware line. I found this when I was on a coaching job in Owensboro Kentucky. Wandering through an antique shop, my eyes lit on this one and I grabbed it. I think I’ve only seen this one other time. Hard to find out in the wild! It’s gorgeous.

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Marked with the number 124.

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More smalls: Three vases and a planting dish. Are you starting to see the wide range of blue and blue-greens that McCoy used?

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I particularly love this little vase and I often use it for little bouquet; rose buds, for instance. I don’t have any info on the date (checking on that.)

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From the Rustic line – in blue. The line was first produced in 1945 and was made for many years. I don’t like the multi-colored Rustic pieces, but I do like the solid colored ones.

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A very small cornucopia vase, with leaves and berries. From 1956.

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An aqua planting dish. From 1948. Or 1952. Depending on the McCoy book.

And the last group of smalls from the cabinet:

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A planter, a bulb bowl, and a vase.

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This is a ball planter. From the 1940s. A present from Don.

It’s marked with the Nelson McCoy  (NM) mark:

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Interlocking NM and USA.

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A pretty yellow bulb bowl, from 1957.

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And a lovely little yellow vase, from the 1940s. This is 5¾ inches high and is part of a small group of vases that are now called the 5″ vases – considered harder to find nowadays and, therefore, a desirable collecting group. I believe this was also a gift from Don. One birthday or Christmas, he set out to find some McCoy for me and ended up with three pieces in the yellow glaze. What a guy!

That concludes the contents of the kitchen china cabinet. Whew!

More on Wednesday. As always, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

Happy Monday.


Random on Sunday

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•  Oh boy. Those lilac buds give me hope. Yesterday was unseasonably warm and everything outside took off like a shot. (Dare I say it was too  warm? Would that make me ungrateful?) I picked up more rocks on the grass that were thrown there courtesy of the snowblower. I put the cushions on the glider. I watched baseball. We lost. I took more photos of McCoy. I read my book. I took a bath.

Exciting stuff, right?

•  May I be honest? Blog posts that consist of lists do not interest me. At all. This is the current trend and the fact that it’s the thing of the moment is because someone, somewhere said that readers love lists. And they probably do. I’m sure everyone’s stats say that those are pretty popular posts. Maybe something to do with shorter attention spans? Or is the idea of a list just inherently attractive?

I am not a fan. I’ve never been, even when the lists were in the form of magazine articles. When I scan my daily reading list, if the words “10 Things You Can…” or “15 Ways to…” come up, I move on. No visit that day.

The posts usually consist of ideas pulled from other sources on the internet, stuff I’ve already read or am aware of anyway, so there’s really nothing new there. I also feel a certain pressure, in a strange sort of way, when I see a list. Does that mean I have to read every item? Do I have to give everything equal time?

I know. I’m probably the exception here. But I wish this current trend would quietly take a hike.

Oh, and the word “trending” as in “Currently Trending on Twitter”…? Every time Don and I hear it, we groan. Stop with the trending.

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•  I know several of you have seen this series on Netflix, but if you haven’t – think about watching Derek. Don’s been trying to get me to watch it for a while now and this week I caved in. Oh my goodness. I am so, so glad I did. Conceived, written, and directed by the brilliant Ricky Gervais (who also plays Derek) it is the most wonderful, life-affirming, funny and deeply moving show I’ve seen in ages and ages. Ricky plays Derek, a man who is challenged – whether he has learning disabilities, is developmentally disabled, or autistic, we don’t know, nor does Gervais ever give it a name. Derek works in a nursing home and sees the good in everyone. My favorite thing he says is that it’s more important to be kind than clever or good looking.

Amen to that. That’s what we’re here for; to love and be kind.

Gervais is amazingly talented. This series is a blessing, my friends. If you get Netflix, I urge you give it a try.

All that, and Gervais speaks out for animal rights – vociferously – online via Twitter and Facebook. Bravo. I’ve got a major crush on this guy.

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•  I have six different McCoy reference books. You see four of them here.

What happened to the one on top, you ask? Well, many years ago when we were living in our rental cottage in Westchester County, we adopted our Riley. Riley had not been socialized, had  been kept outside on a chain for most of his life, and was eventually found living on the streets of a city in New Jersey. He was very much like a wild dog. On his first night in our house, he ate some of my yarn. A few nights later, he found this book. Riley apparently liked McCoy Pottery.

Oh that boy. I miss him so much that it hurts. I’ve never replaced the book because I love seeing this talisman of our first days together. It’s a tangible memory of my boy. And it makes me smile.

Years later, in this cottage, a much gentler and happier and socialized Riley surprised us one day by chewing on a book about birds.

I still have that, too.

Happy Sunday.



Collecting McCoy Pottery, Part Three


Hello, everyone! More McCoy today. I’m trying to get the colors of the glazes exactly right as I edit these photos. Light, as you know, or lack of it, can truly change the way a color looks and the subtle differences are tricky. Hopefully, Lightroom (my favorite photo editing tool) has managed to show you the actual colors. But that’s why the wall in the background will look different from photo to photo. The color of the pottery is more important.

Back to the living room today.

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As an example: I had to really work on editing these two pieces – a vase and a jardiniere – for the glaze is a very specific shade of aqua. I have these two pieces on top of the white cabinet in the living room, along with a duplicate of the birds and berries vase I showed you in the first part of the series and another green vase with a matte finish that is not McCoy.

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I love this vase. It’s 9 inches high and was made around 1948. I believe I got in on eBay. It’s very elegant.

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Oh, baby. This is my largest piece – a quilted jardiniere with a leaf and berry design. The opening at the top is 12 inches in diameter. From 1955. These jardinieres often came with matching pedestals. The pedestals are hard to find – if I had one for this jardiniere, the value would soar. But a pedestal in my house? With a dog? And a husband who bumps into things? No.

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A bit of detail. By the way, this piece is very heavy.

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Two more large pieces – a vase and a jardiniere. They live on the shelf under the dollhouse. I like them there because the table the dollhouse rests upon is a cream color, the dollhouse is white, and the pottery just seems to go there.

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This vase is often called the Strap Vase. It is very tall – 12 inches high – and very heavy. From 1947. I’ve also seen it in aqua. You can see the crazing along the top. It’s simply gorgeous.

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This jardiniere is in the basket weave pattern, a pattern found in a lot of early McCoy pottery. This is from the 1930’s. Sometimes these pieces are marked with the Nelson McCoy (NM) mark. Mine is unmarked. 8½ inches in diameter. Very heavy. Matte glaze, with leaves and berries at the top of the jardiniere.

This holds (and hides) the glue bottles I use when working on the dollhouse.

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Also in the living room, these two vases hold dried hydrangeas from my gardens.

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I’ve seen this piece called the Baluster Vase. It is one of my absolute favorites and it was on my Want List for a long time before I finally brought one home to the cottage. Isn’t it gorgeous? It’s from 1950 and it lives on the piano – right next to the singing birds. 12 inches high.

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One of my favorite things about McCoy pottery is the kind of thing that happens with the glaze on this handle – it intensifies when it goes into the deeper etched lines on the handle and lightens on the raised portions. I swoon when I see this.

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I bought this vase when I was working in San Diego for a six-month stint. That would be almost six years ago. Then, as now, it lived on my coffee table. I can’t find a date for this one, but I imagine it would be from the 1950s. It’s 8½ inches high.

More on Monday.

Happy Saturday.


The First Blooms

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There is a little spot, right on the edge of our woods, where some daffodils were planted long, long ago. Every year they are the first of the flowers to bloom here at the cottage. There are other daffodils further into the woods and in the main garden bed. But these are the first.

I don’t believe I’ve ever seen more than two flowers emerge. No matter, they are gorgeous.

When I look around and see trees that are still leafless, though I know there are tiny buds up there, and only the beginnings of my perennials, these sweet yellow flowers tell me everything is in order.

And so it begins. I’ve taken my first photos of flowers from our gardens for 2015. Sigh. That makes me very happy indeed.

Spring may be late in coming, but when it finally arrives, it is spectacular here in the Northeast. The garden beds have been cleaned up, plants are emerging from the ground, and just this morning I noticed leaves emerging on all the wild roses. On days when their thorns prick my fingers, I call them brambles. Right now, they’re wild roses. Time enough for the brambles.

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Yesterday was warm and sunny. Today is rainy. Such is the rhythm of Spring.

I love taking photos of the gardens; the leaves, the blossoms, the various stages of growth. I’m so excited that I will be able to capture all of that beauty once again.

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This guy? I thought he was McCoy, but further research tells me he was made by Shawnee. He fits right in here at the cottage where Shawnee miniatures live a few feet away in the den and where pottery by many makers is celebrated.

More McCoy tomorrow.

New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page.

Happy Friday.


The Score: The Auction Story

I dropped a hint about this last week but had to wait for the package to arrive in my mailbox before I could tell you the whole story.

It still gives me a thrill.

A few weeks back I wrote a series of posts about my egg cup collection. And in one of the posts, I mentioned that my Doc egg cup, part of a Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs series of egg cups that were made in 1937, has the most monetary value of any of the egg cups. Several years ago, the entire set (a rare find) could go for anywhere from $1000 – $2000. Nowadays, the individual egg cups routinely go for about $80 – $100, with $80 being closer to the norm.

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Doc, the one I own, was an eBay win several years ago. I got him from someone in Australia. I’m not sure what I paid, but it was a flukey win. Maybe because the cup lived in Australia, maybe because of the timing, but I think I got him for around $40, which was a steal.

In the years since, I check out the Disney listings on eBay about once or twice a year. Very rarely is  a dwarf egg cup available. Even more rarely (I can think of only once) is Snow White available. This year I took a gander when I was doing all the egg cup posts and there was a listing for the entire set – $699.

No can do.

There was also a listing for a Dopey egg cup. It was listed as Buy Now and the price was $95.00. I briefly fantasized about having enough cash to buy it, but I don’t. I also thought it was priced a bit high. There was an option to make an offer, and again, I thought about…maybe $80? But something made me hold off, most likely the reality of our budget, and I clicked on Watch Item instead. Eventually, the auction/buy now closed.

A few days later I received an email saying that the item had been re-listed. I clicked on over and the owner had decided to go the auction route and the starting bid was $19.50, which seemed surprisingly low.


What the heck, I said to myself, why not place a bid? So I did. My bid was for somewhere in the $30 range. For a couple of days I was the only bidder, which in and of itself I found shocking. Then one day I checked in and found another bidder had entered the auction. The initial bid of $19.50 had been changed to $24.50. I was still the winning bidder. I clicked over to the other bidder’s history and saw that he dealt in a lot of memorabilia, so I was immediately concerned that he would eventually outbid me.

A couple of more days went by. No more bids.

Now, I haven’t bid on anything on eBay in a long time, but in the days when I routinely bid there, there was a practice called Sniping, a paid-for, automated form of bidding that would put in a very, very last minute bid. If you were bidding by hand on your computer, watching for the auction to end, it was almost impossible to get another bid in after a sniping bid had been entered.  It was just too close to the end of the auction. I lost out on many items that way and it always infuriated me because it seemed like cheating. It also took a lot of the fun out of it for me. Sniping still happens. So I was wary of a last minute sniping bid on the egg cup.

The final day of the auction came – last Friday. It was to close at 6:10 pm. I had a work commitment in the middle of the day which kept me busy. What I was hoping for was this scenario: I could quietly sit with my laptop around 6:00 – undisturbed by dog or man – and be ready to up my bid if necessary. However, I set a limit which was not much more than my original bid.

Don had no idea any of this was going on, of course. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, right?

6:00. I click over to the auction. The clock is live, counting down the minutes. No new bid. At this point, I am sure that the other bidder is going to come through with a last minute bid. He’s just biding his time.

6:05. The clock continues to tick. No new bids.

Surely he’s going to snipe at the last minute.

My body starts to tense. I open up new tabs on my browser and look at other sites/blogs to keep me from completely obsessing. I click back to the site about every 30 seconds.

6:07. I up my bid – just to give me an edge if someone comes in at the last minute.

6:09. I consider raising the bid even more but I stop myself. It’s all too easy to go crazy in an auction and I’m not going to do it.

The seconds tick down. The muscles in my body are tense. Adrenalin is shooting through my body. Don is in the kitchen starting dinner and has no idea what’s going on. I’m praying he doesn’t want to start some sort of conversation because I’m afraid I’ll have to cut him off with a terse “I can’t talk right now.” Five words eat up seconds on the clock.

10 seconds left. No bid.

5 seconds left. No bid.

I just know I’m going to see a new bid in the last 5 seconds.

The clock stops.

No other bid.

Am I seeing things? I refresh the page.

I got it for $24.50. That’s $70 less than the original asking price.

Oh my heavens.

As I try to control the out-of-control adrenalin surge, I refresh the page and see the magic words, “You won.”

I still don’t trust it and wait for an email. It comes a few seconds later.

Then I tell Don.

Oh man, that was fun! And rare. And I know how lucky I was.

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Meet Dopey. He’s pretty adorable, isn’t he?

You know my dream is to collect them all. That may be impossible as I see them all too rarely and often they are sold as a set which is way too much money for me to spend.

But you never know.

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This makes me smile.

Welcome, little Dopey. You are so stinking cute.

Happy Thursday.