One year I went to our local custom knife show, and fell in love with a smallish folder that did my heart in. Exhibition grade jasper scales, bronze titanium integral bolster/liners, file work, blue titanium lock, hippo tooth on the pivot screw, coloured damascus blade, it was just beautiful, and smooth as soft butter to open and close.
The maker had recently died and I knew there would never be another chance, but it was just too much money. I went back to the table a couple of times but since I'd bought a couple of expensive knives already that year, I just had to let it go.
Well, I thought about that knife for a whole year, kicking myself for being stupid and calling myself a number of 'less than complimentary' names.
I went to the show again the next year--and the knife was there again, and I was still hooked and even more broke!
Apparently the maker's widow had meant to take it to South Africa and donate it to the knife association there for display, because that was where he had learned his trade, and won his prizes. But she didn't get there, and the knife sat in the safe for a whole year until a friend offered to take it to the show and try and sell it for her.
He did.
I bought it.
Never again will I let money come between me and my heart.
Greg
ps--here's a pic. Drool all you want.