May 10, 2016
Thank you so much for taking the time to respond. If you have the time would you be able to take a look at this piece and verify if it is real jadeite? It came together with the other piece that was a lemon. They were purchased for only $50 CAD at a divorce sale so I really won’t be upset if they were flukes. I really appreciate your time.
Casey Hi Casey
Truth be told, my first focus was on your turquoise blue nail polish on your dainty thumb, when I opened the pictures you sent. Probably I saw three divine deities in the abstract art on your nail, rather than to give notice to the spinach green jade with a somewhat gold clasp, of which I immediately conjectured that this was another lemon.
It may be presumptuous to judge the authenticity of a jade piece by seeing some pictures but I have long been in the jade trade to develop some gut instinct. I have seen one too many of these jade pieces flooding the laid-back alley ways and pedestrian walks of China, Hong Kong, Macau and some China towns of the Western world jade and flea market.
Of course, there are a lot of natural Type A jadeite jade of this color make-up and carving, but it would be the circumstances of the sale that led me to believe that this is another fluke. The price of $50 loony was also a dead give-away.
Bought at a divorced sale?
I have been to a number of garage sales but I have not been to a divorced sale before. Probably there was a lot of pent-up hatred and emotions between the divorced couple that they wanted to kill each other, so to speak, and all they wanted was to sell every shared properties that they have, including the kitchen sink.
But jewelry were personal items, which when given to her remained her property, even the Court of Law could not disgorge them at the stage of legal separation.
So there was some suspicion here. What if they were to scheme together and put up some fake jewelry for sale to the unsuspecting, then they divvy up the sale proceeds. The divorced woman would not be so stupid as to uncle her own properties and shared with the man she so hated at this moment.
Just to digress here.
A couple of years back, I was having coffee at a diner’s restaurant with a New York lady at Madison Ave, New York City. I had been acquainted with her for some time and had met her on some occasions. She asked me to check some of her jewelry items. Armed with a 10X loupe, a diamond gauge, a dichroscope and a small torch, I went through an array of her jewelry placed on the table. Good ticket jewelry I would say, diamond solitaire rings ranging between 2 to 3 carat stone, some rubies, emerald and sapphires rings and pendants, suite of pearl necklaces & brooches, gold jewelry and a whole platinum ring.
While I was examining her jewelry she blurted out, “I want to return all these items to that conniving, f****** S.O.B. , two timing blady bastard ex-husband of mine!”
I was taken aback momentarily by her vitriol rhetoric’s, given her sophisticated background, and gave her an innocent look of much amusement. I heaved a sigh, straightened my back and raised my two hands skywards in supplication and said, “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned …Amen.”
“These are quite good jewelry and they are worth some,” I added further and eye-balled her direct into her hazel brown eyes with the ever twinkling of her long black mascara eye lashes.
Then a saner mind prevailed and her countenance brightened up.
I thought that her next question would be how much was it worth at present day market value. But it was not to be.
“Alright now, I do what Zsa Zsa Gabor did. I will keep all of them except the whole platinum engagement ring where I am going to FedEx back to him with a note to tell him to shove it up.” She said emphatically with a mischievous grin.
Zsa Zsa Gabor? That famous silver screen Hungarian heartthrob film star actress of the 50s to the 70s, with seven divorces and one marriage annulled.
Ah…I thought …that vengeful feminine pitch of one-up in the gender gamesmanship sounded familiar and the satisfaction she derived by giving him back what she previously treasured and now she considered as trash.
I could not help it but gave her some encouragement as I did not know her husband and there was no love lost.
“Good move, Nicole.”
“Arthur, I already like you.” She gave me her most charming smile, no thank-you, no pleasantries, no nothing, just her devastating smile.
And if a smile could kill, I would be dead long gone.
So much for my thought, Casey. This is Lemon Number 2.