Tuesday, December 31, 2013

{to sigh for | 12 favorite posts of 2013}

Happy New Years Eve Friends! What are you up to this evening? We are headed to a fabulous Fire and Ice Ball. One that we attend every year and cannot imagine missing! As we count down the hours 'til the New Year, we take a few minutes to reflect on the year past. My heart wants to explode with gratefulness for all of the new friends, clients, experiences, and love that 2013 brought me.

Within Studio truly had an amazing year! And so much to be thankful for! Here are some of our favorite posts from 2013
  1. Our photoshoot reveal in January
  2. 15 must see art installations in Amsterdam in February
  3. The best gluhweine recipe in March
  4. A residential remodel in April
  5. A summer simply sweet post in May
  6. Best eyelash extensions in June
  7. 2 fabulous antique shops in July
  8. A contemporary southwest residence in August
  9. AZ Foto inspiration in September
  10. Simply sweet true love post in October
  11. Discovering Too Strong in November
  12. 10 tips for the perfect headshot in December

Monday, December 30, 2013

{within-spiration | living light}

Lighting is going to be changing a lot in the coming years. You can expect to see a lot more nature combined with our lighting. Floor lamps will double as platforms for indoor gardening. Its coming for sure! This will be a whole new way to bring the outside in. Check out a few of these concepts that we found thanks to StyleSight.com:




Friday, December 27, 2013

Thursday, December 26, 2013

{thursdays take two | tippi discovers africa}

Good Morning Lovelies! Hope you had a wonderful Christmas day yesterday. It really gave me time to reflect on how grateful I am for my family and friends. Mainly, my parents. I have pretty awesome parents and when I saw this post, I had to share. It comes from Enpundit.com and really worth the read. Enjoy!



This Is Why Wildlife Photographers Make The Best Parents


With both her parents being freelance wildlife photographers, Tippi Degre has had one hell of a childhood. Her French parents, Alain Degre and Sylvie Robert, raised her in Namibia, where she grew up alongside wild animals like elephants, lions, and cheetahs.

Rather than playing with Barbies and dolls, Tippi was out kissing toads and riding on the backs of elephants. Have a look at these incredible photographs that document Tippi’s unique childhood, growing up with some of Africa’s most beautiful and dangerous animals.

If you’re interested in seeing more from Tippi’s childhood, she has published a book entitled “Tippi: My Book of Africa”, available for purchase here.



















Wednesday, December 25, 2013

{within works | christmas with mr. longfellow}



















Merry Christmas!

We are Not working today! So no "within works" segment.

Instead we are sharing with you a classic poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1864)

Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
    “For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

{to sigh for | christmas eve}

Happy 24th Everyone!

I'm currently bundled up on a 100 acre ranch in Texas. That's what I am sighing over today. Thanks to Airbnb I found the perfect ranch for my family to rent and spend Christmas in. I hope that wherever you are spending the night, you are warm, safe, healthy, and surrounded by love. I am, and so grateful for it.



Some links for the 24th...

Monday, December 23, 2013

{within-spiration | lighting harmony}

Happy Monday! Today's post is all about Lighting Harmony. It's a sneak peek into what will be coming your way for Spring/Summer 2015! Crazy right? So here's what you can expect in the coming seasons in regareds to Lighting fixtures.

  • earth tones
  • more wood
  • rust colors
  • terracotta
  • almond/cream tones
  • glassy green highlights


  • sunkissed lighting
  • traditional clay
  • black details
  • butter soft leather
  • deep tan hues
  • stitched luxury details
  • cork designs



  • wicker is back
  • chunky weaves
  • spun shades
  • contrasting colors
  • intricate geometric designs
  • modern patterns

Inspiration thanks to StyleSight.com

Friday, December 20, 2013

{simply sweet | holiday spirit}

Vacation happens tomorrow for us! Cannot wait! We're off to explore a 100 acre ranch in Texas with family and friends. I hope  you all have a beautiful Holiday Weekend! Simply Sweet and Perfect!


A Winters Poem

The cold air swaying through my hair, 
The frost on my fingertips, I just can't bare.
The dark, windy nights, 
Enough to blow a thousand kites, 
The little snow that there is, 
The blossoms in the spring I do miss.
Birds hop along the snow looking for food, 
While people in their houses try to get into a happier mood.
All the animals keep warm in teams, 
As the winters snow glitters with gleam. 

Natalie Clyne

Thursday, December 19, 2013

{thursdays take two | you are my fave}

Today's "Thursdays Take Two" post comes from You Are My Fave blog. Enjoy!





book inspired gift wrap is my fave

Today’s fab gift wrapping ideas come to you courtesy of super crafter and cute mom, Amelia of The Homebook.

christmas wrapping

I don’t know about you, but I have a lot of gifts to buy for kiddos this year. Instead of wrapping them all with the same paper and bows I’m using for other gifts, I’m thinking it might be fun to make the wrapping as exciting as the gift inside. You know, “It’s all about the presentation” and all that stuff. So today I give you three different ways to wrap your gifts using Christmas-y picture books as inspiration. Because, when it comes to gift-giving, it’s not actually the thought that counts. It’s the way you wrap it.

gift wrapping ideas

gift wrapping ideas

The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
-white wrapping paper, scissors, tape
-paint: a melon-y pink and a bright orangey red
-black sharpie
-paint brush
-1 1/2in red wired-edge ribbon

To make:
Begin by wrapping all your boxes in white paper. When finished, paint one or two sides of each box with your pink and red paint. Let dry. Next, draw along all the edges of each box with your black sharpie, and add some squiggly shadow lines to resemble the boxes in the illustration. Stack your boxes into a wonky tower, and tie a bow onto the top gift with your red ribbon, making sure the loops of the bow point vertically to create a quirky, Who-Ville-y look. Bonus points if you can find a can of Who-hash to wrap.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

{within works | the hottest security desk}

Designistas! Time for us to share with you something we are working on. We are currently designing a super hot security desk for a Tucson developer. He's looking for something sharp, modern, and not Southwest. One of our concepts to create this look was a tone on tone design using blacks and grays. By keeping the desk itself monotone, we can add amazing art/photography and lighting that will really 'pop'. Take a look at the inspiration photos below. They were found by our designer Natalie.

We will share more drawings and inspiration as the project progresses! Cheers!



Tuesday, December 17, 2013

{to sigh for | the best shorba}

Happy Tuesday! Normally in our To Sigh For segments we talk about a product (beauty, design, etc) but today on this very chilly Tuesday I wanted to share with you something that I personally Sigh For...Shorba from my local Ethiopian restaurant, Cafe Desta. They make the best Shorba! Do you know what that is? If not, it's a vegan soup made from red lentils, carrots, potatoes, onions, tomatoes, and orzo. Yumm! They serve it with Ambasha which is their own home made bread. It's just a tiny bit sweet and delicious.

So I went online to find THE recipe and I couldn't find it. I found some variations and am going to share them with you below. Happy Cooking!



Cafe Desta

Great  Food  &  Great  Coffee 
758  S.  Stone Avenue, Tucson, Arizona 85701
Open every day 11 am to 9 pm 

Monday, December 16, 2013

{within-spiration | a southwest gingerbread house}

Happy Monday! Just 10 more days until Christmas! So today I am putting aside the Interior Design and thinking only of Christmas and decorations. Just recently I attended a Holiday Tea at the Arizona Inn. Have you heard of it? For those of you that don't live in Arizona, this Inn is one of the most beautiful in the country. It is a 1930's historic, boutique, resort hotel spread over 14 acres of gardens, fountains, flowers and lawns in the heart of Tucson. To get the full history click here.

While I was there I fell in love with their gingerbread house and I took some photos to share with you. It was so special to see. It was the best "Southwest Inspired" gingerbread house I had ever seen.



Then my husband and I headed to the library to see the infamous Christmas Tree. We were told that some of the ornaments date back to the early 1900's. Simply gorgeous.

So hopefully this post brings a little Christmas cheer on your Monday. To keep it going here are some links that you might enjoy:

Merry Monday!






Friday, December 13, 2013

{simply sweet | road trip with Walt Whitman}

Time to go on a road trip! Why not! A little weekend trip right before the holidays. I think we could use that. See you all on Monday!


Song of the Open Road


Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas’d, the illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar’s tramp, the drunkard’s stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person’s carriage, the fop, the eloping couple,

The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.

You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.

You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships!

You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d façades! you roofs!
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all that has touch’d you I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.

From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently,but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me,
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.

Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d it would not astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Here a great personal deed has room,
(Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all authority and all argument against it.)

Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.

Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Here is realization,
Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
The past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion’d, it is apropos;
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

Here is the efflux of the soul,
The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower’d gates, ever provoking questions,
These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are they?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always drop fruit as I pass;)
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?
What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by and pause?
What gives me to be free to a woman’s and man’s good-will? what gives them to be free to mine?

The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

Here rises the fluid and attaching character,
The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of man and woman,
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually out of itself.)

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love of young and old,
From it falls distill’d the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.

The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,
However shelter’d this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper speeds by under full sail.

Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage—the burial waits no longer.

Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet and determin’d bodies,
No diseas’d person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted here.

(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)

Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call’d riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin’d, you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call’d by an irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach’d hands toward you.

Allons! after the great Companions, and to belong to them!
They too are on the road—they are the swift and majestic men—they are the greatest women,
Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas,
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
Habituès of many distant countries, habituès of far-distant dwellings,
Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,
Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,
Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of children, bearers of children,
Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers-down of coffins,
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious years each emerging from that which preceded it,
Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases,
Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,
Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded and well-grain’d manhood,
Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass’d, content,
Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe,
Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,
To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,
To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they tend to,
Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys,
To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you, however long but it stretches and waits for you,
To see no being, not God’s or any, but you also go thither,
To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one particle of it,
To take the best of the farmer’s farm and the rich man’s elegant villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,
To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go,
To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter them, to gather the love out of their hearts,
To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them behind you,
To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

All parts away for the progress of souls,
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments—all that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads of the universe.

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and sustenance.

Forever alive, forever forward,
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble, dissatisfied,
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men,
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,
But I know that they go toward the best—toward something great.

Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth!
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though it has been built for you.

Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen!
It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.

Behold through you as bad as the rest,
Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people,
Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash’d and trimm’d faces,
Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession,
Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,
Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and bland in the parlors,
In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,
Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom, everywhere,
Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,
Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial flowers,
Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,
Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.

Allons! through struggles and wars!
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?
Now understand me well—it is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
He going with me must go well arm’d,
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies, desertions.

Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well—be not detain’d!

Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
*Thanks to the Poetry Foundation

Thursday, December 12, 2013

{thursdays take two | antique furniture quality}

For today's share we are bringing you a post by Fred Albert from Houzz. One of Within's clients was featured in the post! Enjoy!

Smart Shopper: How to Judge Antique Furniture Quality

Pick the treasures from the trash without expert experience by learning how to evaluate antiques and what questions to ask

Houzz Editorial Staff. A staff writer and editor for Houzz.
Whether you're a veteran antiques shopper or a relative newbie, you've probably been stung by the same nagging doubts: Is the piece I'm buying any good? And am I paying a fair price?

On a certain level, the questions are moot. If you love the item and the pleasure it would give you is proportional to the cost, then you should buy it. 

But if the item is costly and you're worried about whether it's worth the asking price, there are some simple tests you can perform to assess its quality. According to Seattle antiques dealer Richard Rhoda, 90 percent of defects can be detected by a layman, if he or she is willing to spend 30 minutes inspecting a potential purchase.
Take a good look. Move the piece away from walls and other items so you can inspect all four sides and the bottom. Examine the item under bright light (always carry a flashlight when you go antiquing), or ask the proprietor if you can take the piece outside (weather permitting) to examine it under natural light. If the dealer balks, Rhoda says, “walk the other way.”
Make sure it's solid. If you're buying a chair, sit down and push your body back and forth. A chair that wobbles and moves with your body is loose and needs to be reglued. If you're looking at a table or bureau, set your hand on a corner and shake the piece; it shouldn't wobble.
Weigh your decision. If the piece isn't too heavy, try lifting it. A heavier weight is a sign that the item is well constructed and is built from higher-quality woods. A mahogany carcass covered with a thick veneer will weigh significantly more than a frame built of pine and covered with a thin layer of veneer.
Go with the grain. Take a close look at the veneer. If the wood grain is interesting and of high quality, the piece was probably costly in its day and made with care, and therefore remains a worthwhile investment.
Is the hardware original? Are any of the knobs or drawer pulls missing? Is there a telltale shadow or outline in a different shape, suggesting the hardware was replaced? Take a look at the back of the door or drawer: Can you see old drill holes, holes that have been plugged or modern screws and bolts? All of these may indicate that the original hardware was replaced. Replacements aren't necessarily bad, as long as the new hardware fits the style and quality of the piece.
Don't be afraid to ask these questions:
• Will the antiques dealer guarantee the piece as advertised? If so, a description of the furniture should be written on your receipt. If the dealer won't consent to that, he or she may be uncertain about the item's provenance. 
• Ask the dealer if any repairs have been done to the piece. Repairs aren't necessarily a drawback, but you should know what you're getting before you buy. 
• Look the merchant in the eye and ask if the piece is a good value for the money. How the question is received is more important than the answer itself. If the dealer is offended or avoids your gaze, chances are that it’s not a good value.
Ask for a second opinion. If you're uncertain about a piece, and it's costly, consider getting a second opinion from a friend who is knowledgable about antiques and whose taste you trust. Ask the dealer to put the piece on hold for you until you return, and offer a precise deadline for your return. If he or she won't hold the item until then, ask yourself how you'd feel if the item weren't there when you came back. If the heartbreak you’d experience would exceed the disappointment you’d feel paying more for the piece than it’s worth, then buy it now.
A final caution. Despite what you've seen on Antiques Roadshow, buying antiques is not a reliable way to get rich quick. Don't purchase a piece as an investment unless you're either a professional dealer or a savvy collector. While you can usually recoup the cost of a fine antique, the possibility that it's an undiscovered treasure worth 10 times what you paid for it is extremely unlikely.
You can find the original article, here.
"Invention, my dear friends, is 93% perspiration, 6% electricity, 4% evaporation, and 2% butterscotch ripple." Willy Wonka