i was that wm holiday shopping in the antique shop. i just put down a beautiful ceramic Christmas tree and picked up a large, oval, ebony hairbrush. i blushed when you asked if i was looking for something in particular, nodded, gave me an intuitive, maternal look, a broad smile, winked, and were gone. taking a chance you are her or another perceptive woman that would like to discuss the proclivities of certain antiques. Coffee….