01.25.07   by Derek Dahlsad
 

Julie Kirkwood of the North Andover (MA) Eagle Tribune recently endured what appears to be hours of being told “don’t touch.” You might think she was visiting an art museum or poisonous reptile exhibit, but it turns out the subject of her article were people like you and me. I know, it’s an assumption, based on your reading a collecting website, but, well, we all know that there’s something in your house that nobody’s allowed to touch.

billybeer.jpgIt’s easy to expect people to keep their dirty hands off the carnival glass and Swarovski Crystal, but when the item is something meant to be handled or used, well, the wrong assumption might be made. I’ve been known to open up an unplayed record and drop the needle on it, but that’s intentional. I suppose when it comes to that Billy Beer you’ve got on the shelf, it’s obvious enough not to drink it, but a well-meaning house guest might accidentally toss the six-pack of OK Soda in the fridge… because that’s where it belongs, right? Now, this is a bit of a stretch, allowing for an unforeseen string of events to occur in just the right way for it to accidentally be imbibed: mistaken drink sits in fridge unnoticed, and it is drank without being caught first. It could happen.

More likely to occur is a single, unpreventable event. My uncle once had budgies and regularly removed the eggs from the nests to prevent his apartment from being budgie-overrun. One single, unpreventable event: a friend of his mistaking them for fancy-looking peanut M&Ms. You can imagine exactly how that went. Dud budgie eggs aren’t as collectible as many aviary-operators hope, but it’s an example of how one fatal error can cause a problem.

More collectible is an autographed band t-shirt, like the one my brother used to own. Well, he still owns it, but it’s no longer autographed after an unintentional trip through the laundromat. Had it been signed with sharpies, he might have come out with at least something still collectible… but what came out of the dryer was a never-worn, sparkling-clean shirt without any signatures. Bringing out the nice china night be fun for a special occasion, but too many plates have ended up damaged or destroyed by the easy-to-use dishwasher.

soapdolls.jpgGrandma always had a dish of ornamental soap for purely aesthetic reasons, but you probably wouldn’t be in too much trouble if the molded seahorses found their way into the water… but a McKinley soap baby might evoke a few tears if it was used to clean up a pair of messy hands. I know I’d probably lose a hand if any of the wifey’s soap dolls, at right, ended up at the bathroom sink.

Homer Simpson ate the Gummi Venus De Milo, and Richard Pryor mailed an Inverted Jenny in Brewster’s Millions; wasting an antique is comedy gold, so everybody would have a nice long laugh if you really destroyed something of value for all to see. Hopefully, you won’t find yourself on national television, explaining how an Edison cylinder works to the world, when it bursts in your hands. Or, showing off your Picasso, when your elbow meets the canvas unexpectedly. New rule: leave the rarest collectibles behind glass.

What makes these examples tragic is that once the damage is done, there’s no undoing it. When the antique coins end up in the change jug and are dumped at the bank, there’s no getting them back. A vintage candle can’t be unburned, a classic paint-by-number can’t be unpainted. Be careful with your treasures, and think long and hard before you decide it’d be cute to keep your antique toiletries in the bathroom: you can’t expect everyone to understand which they can use, and which are not to touch.

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4 Responses to “Hands Off! : Untouchable Collectibles”

  1. Collin David Says:

    That cylinder-bursting clip always gets me…. right here.

    My niece learned very early on that there are some toys you play with and some you don’t touch, and she’s really respectful of that. The non-touching things? That’s ‘statues’ or ‘collectibles’. Everything else is TOYS. And I’d feel kinda bad about this control over things meant for play, but I bestow upon her tons of playables.

    In college, my desk full of toys was constanly bumped into and things would clatter to the floor, or people would come by and, GASP, play with the action figures! I like to think that I’ve loosened up since then. I was a total ass in college.

    I saw this thread on a message board yesterday and I was grateful that this hasn’t happened… yet.

    http://www.toymania.com/toybuzz/messages/21943.shtml

  2. Liz Kressel Says:

    Oh this article rang so true. A very relevant story early in the history of CQ: After growing out of our prior space, we moved to sunny, new offices. I decided at that time to bring my 1930′s desk into work since we now had room for it. Well, one of my staff meaning to be helpful, told me after I had come back into my office that he couldn’t believe “how much dirt came off the top of my desk”. I panicked and as calmly as I could asked him what he used on my desk. It turned out he had used a Windex type product and took off most of the veneer. When I started to acknowledge this (read: freak) he told me I could just use furniture polish to shine it up again.

    Well, now you know where the inspiration for our upcoming videos on when to leave well enough alone. Maybe we should title it “Hands “Off” and give Derek a production credit.

  3. John Lagoy Says:

    You have a unique perspective.

  4. James Sicard Says:

    All generalizations are false, including this one.

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