As some of my friends may know, I once found a half carat diamond ring at my friend's antique store, not knowing that it was real, and bought it EXTREMELY cheap!!! I found out that this cocktail ring that I had bought was a real diamond was when I was going through my mass collection of jewelry, picking out the less desired items to sell in my dad's store. I brought them to the Funky Monkey (My dad's thrift store that he used to own) and asked my step mom, Gwyn, if she would perhaps price them. She did. And oh boy could I have only imagined that that ring would be real!!! I took it to a notable pawn shop and had the ring checked out. The owner, who was also my dad's friend, said that the ring was worth about $600!!!!! How crazy right!? Well to get on with the story, I sold the ring back to my friend who owned the store who had originally sold it to me. I got $400 store credit which has lasted me around five months. I ended up getting quite wonderful things during that time. But with the last $25, I had to spend it all. I ended up getting a vintage angel for the top of the tree, a Carnival glass hen- n- nest still in the box, and my intense juicer from the 1930s! I think that I made out like a bandit! I however, have ranted for days about my magnificent juicer to classmates at school, my family and friends, and well as co-workers. They did not seem as impressed as I was though. I ended up buying a four pound bag of oranges thinking that I would have a pitcher or so on freshly squeezed orange juice. However, by the time that I had cut all of the oranges in half, squeezed every last drop of juice out of them, the juice filled nothing but ONE glass!!! How depressed I became when I found out that that was the case with juicing things. I wonder if in the 1930s there was more juice in the oranges rather than today because of all the preservatives that we use now??? Just something to ponder. Oh well, I suppose it will make a fine decoration piece.
