I was at an auction a couple of weeks ago, and I bought a coffee table that was said to be an antique. It was a lovely little table, with ornate legs and inlaid with gold and glass. I was going to own that coffee table regardless of what it cost me. When my sister laid her eyes on it, she was also sure it was an antique. She looked at the legs and the construction and said it had wooden nails instead of metal nails. This got me excited, even though I did not know what that meant. She was a self-professed antique expert, and I was fairly certain she knew some of what she talked about. How else would she be able to spot wooden nails? When I got the coffee table home, my husband asked how much they milked me for? I looked at him and asked what he was talking about? He asked if either of us had looked at the bottom of the coffee table. Written on the bottom, on a tag, was the original price tag of a genuine replica of an antique coffee table. It originally sold for $100 and it looked like it had gone through a fire. I was devastated and my sister excused herself, saying she had dinner to make. I spent more for the coffee table that was in terrible shape than if I would have gone into the discount furniture store and bought a new coffee table. She called me later that evening and apologized for giving me the wrong information on the coffee table. I refinished the coffee table and gave it to her for Christmas.