If I could do anything tomorrow morning, something other than sitting in my office nursing a lukewarm coffee deciding which rock-skipping tasks I should tackle next, I might make my way to Christie's.

It would be a breezy, crystal blue kind of morning and before entering Christie's headquarters at Rockefeller Center between Saks Fifth Avenue and Radio City Music Hall, I would watch a bunch of beautifully or at least compellingly or perhaps just confidently dressed people going about their weekday business in the company of others without necessarily being in the company of others.

Just before 10 a.m., I would take my place at Christie's "Open House" sale of postwar and contemporary art and if the estimates were spot on it would cost me as much as a Kobold watch, these Bang & Olufsen speakers or, at the very high end, this Hermès leather desk set to acquire my heart's desire. Maybe I would bring someone along to share my bungled attempt at raising my first paddle. Maybe I would be alone. I would most certainly be in the mood to bring something home.

Among the possibilities: Brian Alfred's Untitled (Racetrack) (estimate: $4/6,000); Vik Muniz's (below) portrait of Mr. Rogers, 2000 (estimate: $8/12,000); a pair of Tony Oursler Stimorol chewing gum and Camel Filters watercolors (estimate: $2/3,000); Robert Rauschenberg's (top) All Abordello Doze 1 (estimate: $30/40,000); James Rosenquist's Drawing #10 for Heart Time Flowers (estimate: $8/12,000); Donald Sultan's August 1977 (estimate: $7/9,000); and James Turrell's Roden Crater—Fumarole Entrance, 1983 (estimate: $12/18,000).

Initially, I might only allow myself to bid on something if someone else bid on it first.  If I felt like the crowd was a bit distracted or misguided or if I was really smitten (if I could feel how it would feel to live with it and if that feeling would be happiness; if it unexpectedly drew me in and made me feel connected and elevated; or if it simply provoked or amused me to a significant degree), I would make the first move and not worry about the consequences. If someone else came along and tried to have it, I would be faced with two options: letting it go or losing my mind over it. If I could do anything tomorrow morning, I might like to lose my mind over something before heading off into the sunshine.

—KELLY DEVINE THOMAS