So I like poking around antique stores and flea markets and such. I once bought a piece of art in an antique store that was covered with cobwebs and grime. My mom thought I was nuts. But I loved the image and I loved the frame and the price tag didn't faze me. To me, it was worth every cent. So I bought it and I took it home and I cleaned it up and today, it hangs over my dresser in my bedroom. Though, really, I should move it elsewhere, because I'd like to see it more than I do. When I'm in my bedroom, the room is usually dark. And my eyes are usually closed.
I can justify an expense, is my point. Pretty easily. But sometimes? I can see no earthly reason why something is priced the way it's priced, other than blatant greed on the part of the seller. Of course, an item is worth what someone is willing to pay for it, and perhaps Chicago is rife with suckers, but these pieces from Jayson Home & Garden left me shaking my head:
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