After the weekend, I was just wondering how many of our group have heard this (or something equivalent)- "I just wish you would show half as much interest in painting that wall as you do for those damn daggers!" Please feel free to elaborate- Mike

What I typically hear is "why don't you get rid of these things? If you die first, I'll be stuck with them"

why do you want so many they all look the same

Q) What do you want for Christmas?.

A) A dagger please!.

Q) What do you want for your birthday?.

A) A dagger please!.

Q) Do you love me?.

A) A dagger please!.

My kids think I'm crazy for spending sooo much time for looking and posting that NAZI stuff.

HA! This is great!
My wife is actually very supportive and likes my daggers, but every time I buy a Heer or an SA she always says;
"But you already have one like that."
Drives me crazy trying to explain;
"Yes, but this one is different! Don't you see???"
HA!

Erich - That could be a good thing, scare them right into line! I always wondered if a collector with a daughter ever showed the daughter's boyfriend the collection as a "scare" tactic.

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My wife is actually very supportive and likes my daggers, but every time I buy a Heer or an SA she always says;
"But you already have one like that."
Drives me crazy trying to explain;
"Yes, but this one is different! Don't you see???"
HA!

Try explaining daggers as if they were shoes or handbags, then she will understand

Your wife probably has 50 set of shoes or 20 handbags or 40 pots or 1,000 dishes that all look the same, but that seems to make sense to her

Dave

that's funny Mike. the other day my girlfriend said "you spend $1000 for an old knife but can't take me to a fancy restaraunt"

one is good ..two is better..three or more...then you have your favorite even if its the same maker..

i get this.
Oh no food in the refrigerator but you have money for a chained ss...
hahaha

yesterday my wife said "buy some more daggers"

Mike, I told your wife that if she sent me all your daggers that you would paint that wall.

My wife asked me to choose between her or my daggers.
I'm wondering what she's up to these days.
Just kidding, she's still with me.................and my daggers.

I just have to be very careful. My wife will SELL my daggers if she gets the chance! She already knows who the buyers are and it worries me.

hi my wife said the same the daggers or im packing my bags !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i chose wisely but i didnt let her take my favourite suitcase as it had some daggers stored in it. heheheheheh
dippy

Been married 26 years and she still thinks I have a screw loose. Until I sell somthing$$$

Here's one that made my day. I'm out in the garage early last weekend working on my other past time, my car. My wife came down to discover me busy under the hood. Not real thrilled at all about this, she expressed her discontentment and also stated my youngest son,(4 yrs old), woke her up by telling her which dagger he likes (my display cabinet is wall mounted on my far bedroom wall). a future collector to be sure! The rest of my day was devoted to my "honey do" list, but in retrospect, it was a small price to pay for that joy.

That's great- try to engender your son's interest in the collection- My son grew up LITERALLY surrounded by daggers and swords and never took any interest in them at all- quite a mystery to me ! Mike

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Originally posted by E Kohl:
that's funny Mike. the other day my girlfriend said "you spend $1000 for an old knife but can't take me to a fancy restaraunt"

exactly what my gf says!!!!

Eric and Tiger- simply explain to them that the daggers are permanent and are much more fun than going to a fancy restaurant("with you")- then duck-MJM

Mike, The daggers and such never talk back to me either!

Mike,

As I said on the phone earlier, that's only because he does not realize their value

10 years later:

"wow Dad can I see your Bulldog or HCH Krum" ?



Dave

The female equivalent to our collecting daggers has to be clothes.

On being invited out somewhere, as you stand staring in amazement at the bulging wardrobe jam packed full of clothes, shoes and handbags, comes the familiar cry..."but I haven't got anything to wear..."

Regards
Russell