As mentioned in my previous blog entry, this saga gets its own post. Really, looking back it wasn't all that big of a deal but at the time I was going through a total rollercoaster of emotions. Let's begin, shall we?
Almost two weeks ago on February 7th, I flipped a coin and had fate decide for me to put a $405 bid on a custom stablemate. This isn't an exaggeration: I had been watching the auction, it was ending in a few hours, it was almost to $400 and I had never fathomed paying that much for a stablemate custom before - even if it happened to be one on a brand new SM mold painted by Nikki Button. Yet I was so drawn to this horse, so in love with him, I couldn't just ignore it. So I flipped a coin - just once - and the coin flip decided for me to put in a bid. I posted my bid and then forced myself not to look at it until I knew bidding was over so I wouldn't potentially bid again if someone outbid me.
Fast forward to the end of the auction, I had won. I won't lie, I felt some immense guilt on the fact I was about to shell out that amount of money on a little stablemate custom - but I HAD to have this horse. Here is Nikki Button's photos of the gorgeous boy:
As far as finances go, I did conveniently also sell my car back home in the states at the same time for more than I was expecting. With that bit of extra cash I decided it was justified. Plus, my birthday is coming up this month and I could count it as a treat for myself. He was paid for and sent on his way and I was incredibly excited for him.
Because I'm still overseas but will be heading back stateside in March, I decided to have him sent to my very close friend and fellow hobbyist, Rachel. I've mentioned her here before - we've hosted a live show together, been to BreyerFest together twice, and next month will be attending BreyerWest together. We are both going to show a hoard of minis (mostly all OF stablemates with a few CM stablemates mixed in) and of course I planned on also showing this new Darwin custom there. The box was addressed to her and only took a weekend of travel before arriving there on a Monday. Rachel worked that day but had never had packages missing or stolen before - in fact, I even had already had quite a few boxes of stablemates I have been buying over the last few months to prepare for the show arrive there without issue, even just a week prior.
Unfortunately, when she got home that night, the package was not there. I checked tracking - marked as delivered hours before - and she scoured all over for it. Neighbors, mailbox, apartment office... nothing. No where. My heart was immediately crushed and I instantly thought the worst. Just a over year ago I had a box stolen from my front door. Inside was a Christmas secret santa swap gift with just a few small treats and a painted Maggie Bennett micro mini resin. There was full video evidence of the person stealing the box, I took it to the post office, my building manager, and the police - and nothing happened. The police reviewed the evidence, asked me a few questions, and nothing else. My apartment manager said that was too bad and that's about it. The post office allowed an insurance claim to be filed but the box was never recovered. My secret santa was super nice about the whole thing (I felt awful as they had painted the horse themselves) and took the insurance claim money and sent me a new package of goodies and an unpainted version of the micro mini resin. Still, the whole situation left a bad taste in my mouth because that original horse was probably thrown in the garbage by the man who stole the box thinking it was worthless.
I figured this was the same situation. Someone swiped the box, opened it up hoping for something valuable, discovering something valuable but not knowing it was at all - and throwing it away. What was going to be my first piece by Nikki Button, one of my favorite painters, in one of my favorite colors, on one of my favorite breed types, and being the one to own what I'm pretty sure is the very first CM on this new mold... gone. Missing. Lost. I was heartbroken and gave up all hope. I would have gotten my money back, the box was fully insured, but still... I wanted the horse, not the money.
But then, by some miracle, he showed up. He was delivered to the wrong place and the person who received him put him in a parcel locker and my friend was notified a few days later. He was completely unscathed and Rachel and I were overjoyed. Not only that, he came in time for her to proxy show him for me with my other minis that she currently has at Emerald Downs Live 2019 just this past weekend. Unsurprisingly he NAN'd in both breed and workmanship and got a reserve champion in workmanship.
Needless to say, it was quite a wild ride but worth it in the end - this little boy is mine. We'll see how he does at BreyerWest next month, which I am terribly excited about!
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