My wife is an aficionado of the second-hand; a fiend for yard sales, flea markets, estate sales, and the like. It’s not a bad thing like many people might think. Mainly because the major difference between her and the people you see on television collecting diapers and cat feces is that 1.) She knows what she’s doing, 2.) She has limits, and 3.) She loves what she does.
Oh yeah, and she’s damn good at it. Seriously… like professional-grade damn good.
Yes, she has rules too. One of her rules is that if something’s coming into the house, another item must go out. We’re way past the “accumulation” stage of our lives and we’re now in the “upgrade” stage.
(My rather crude translation of this is, “You can’t put ten pounds of sh** in a five pound bag”, but now that I’ve actually written it down, it doesn’t sound very bright.)
Another rule is that it has to be actually worth something. You would be surprised at the amount of good stuff that some people will practically give away. I can’t figure out why people do this, but they do. Too tired? Too lazy? Just way too sick of looking at their own junk? I have no idea.
But because these people are out there, my wife never goes anywhere without a jeweler’s loupe and a diamond tester. These are admittedly odd things to keep in your purse… but the payoff can be handsome for the trouble. That and she’s addicted to the hunt.
And all along the way of the Never-Ending-Great-Treasure-Hunt that her travels are, along with the gold and platinum and various diamonds, rubies and what-not gems and doo-dads and unwanted heirlooms come the oddball bits and pieces of the equivalent of the precious metal family’s loser child: Silver.
Her silver hoard was mostly represented by orphan spoons, charms, bracelets, candlesticks, and the like that have kind of come along for the ride like barnacles on the Cutty Sark. But every now and again, even the great sailing ship comes in to dry dock to scrape off the barnacles. And such it was recently for the accumulation of silver whatsits and doodads that she decided the time was ripe to be unceremoniously “scraped off”.
And in the “scraping off” process, she matter-of-factly inquired of me about the price of silver. Out of curiosity I suspect because she’d heard a blip about it on the news. Even though I don’t personally trade commodities, I still keep a sideways eye on them because they can occasionally affect the stock and bond markets and at the moment they seem to be on everyone’s mind. But I only peek out of curiosity, or if someone asks me about something commodities-related and I need to sound smart.
I was thinking it had been somewhere in the $20’s, but I was wrong… very wrong: Silver had gone vertical. After about thirty years of languishing between $5 and “who cares”, the loser child had suddenly gotten a PhD! It was almost 50 bucks an ounce. Of course, I had to check a couple of times… but, yep it was closing in on $50.
So she hustled “the hoard” down to a friend who owns a jewelry store that buys such things for a percentage of the melt value. She had a quicker step to get down there this time, I suspect because the price of the stuff seemed a bit out of line with reality. But, other than that it was all rather routine and typical. She’s a frequent customer.
The deal was done, a check was pocketed and it was back to business as usual for the Never-Ending-Great-Treasure-Hunt that her travels are.
And during the next two weeks (right up to today even) the price of silver has collapsed. It’s lost about a third of its value: It was around $48-plus an ounce and now it’s in the low $30’s. It’s been an historic selloff… dramatic and speedy.
I know my wife doesn’t care. She accumulated a large position at cheap prices over a long period of time. She then sold her entire position, without emotion when the market appeared to have lost its senses. And then she moved on to “business as usual” without another thought.
She just executed the perfect trade.
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