When I was in Texas in early October my son, grandson, and I spent part of one morning scoping out estate sales in Dallas. Fortunately I was living out of a suitcase, otherwise there’s no telling what I’d have bought. Yes, I know I could’ve gone to a pack and mail place and have purchases delivered to Doright Manor, but I didn’t want to spend money on postage.
Early in the day I bought a nice tennis bracelet, and it looked like that would be it for me. I looked at some nicely priced, nearly new designer bags, but honestly, my cup (and my closet) runneth over when it comes to purses and such.
At the final sale we went to I found this intriguing silver piece, and my son bought it for me as a birthday gift:
Here it is with the dome up:
And with the little plate removed:
Finally, a close up of an attached holder. That was what gave away this whatchamacallit, in my book.
Well, that and the assistance of an informed collector. It needs a good polishing, but its beauty shines through.
What do you think it is? I probably won’t laugh at any guesses. No promises.