My husband, Sam, however, doesn’t share my enthusiasm. He’s a wonderful man—kind, hardworking—but he just can’t understand my obsession with what he calls “hoarder junk.” Despite this, I refuse to give up my hobby, even though it’s the one thing we argue about. There’s nothing quite like heading to a flea market with a few dollars in my pocket, dreaming of discovering a hidden masterpiece for next to nothing.Recently, something remarkable happened that changed Sam’s perspective entirely. About a month ago, I went to a nearby town’s street fair on a Saturday morning, feeling that familiar sense of excitement. My instincts led me to a modest stall where a man was selling various knickknacks. Among the porcelain cups and figurines.
I spotted a small enameled egg, about the size of a real egg. Although it wasn’t particularly eye-catching, I felt drawn to it. Curious, I asked the seller for the price. He sized me up before declaring it a bargain at $25. Knowing how these exchanges work, I countered with $5, much to his dismay. After some haggling, we settled on $10, and I walked away with the egg, feeling pleased with my find. When I got home, I proudly showed it to Sam, who was less than impressed. He examined the egg skeptically,
noticing a “Made in Hong Kong” stamp on the bottom. With a laugh, he teased me for overpaying for another piece of junk. But as I shook the egg, I heard something rattle inside. Intrigued, Sam took the egg and, with a firm twist, managed to open it. Inside was a tiny bundle wrapped in red silk.When we carefully unwrapped the bundle, we found a pair of stunning earrings. Though I initially assumed they were just costume jewelry, Sam suspected otherwise. He remembered a documentary that mentioned real diamonds don’t fog up when you breathe on them. Sure enough, the clear center stones in the earrings passed the test. Sam was convinced they were genuine, so we decided to visit a jeweler to have them appraised. At the mall, the jeweler confirmed that the earrings were indeed diamonds set in 18-carat white gold, surrounded by emeralds. He estimated their value at a minimum of three hundred thousand dollars. We were stunned. As it turned out, the jeweler’s estimate was low—the earrings eventually sold at auction for three million dollars. This unexpected windfall changed our lives. We now have a comfortable nest egg, and the porcelain egg holds a place of honor on the mantel in our new home. Sam, who once mocked my hobby, has become an enthusiastic antique hunter himself. Together, we continue to explore flea markets and antique fairs, always hopeful that we’ll stumble upon our next hidden treasure.
