I haven’t been to a country auction in ages.  Auctions, like bingo, are places where I can’t help but behave badly.  I have none of that required etiquette.   I get giddy and laugh and talk way too much and interfere with the “serious” players apparently.  Once, my enthusiasm was mistaken for a item bid and I ended up walking away owning a pair of men’s size thirteen moccasins. 

Nevertheless, I think I’ll assemble an entourage and take a trip up to Creemore in March to check out the wares.