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French Antique Post cards.
French Antiques,or should I say antiques. I love antiques and, anywhere where I can find them, French or otherwise.
Antiques that share history,
that show worn texture,
that speak of craftsmanship and beauty, that are stained with time.
Postcards, stamps, letters, letter openers,
ribbons... furniture, dishes, linen, pottery, silver...urn, buckets, chairs, mirrors...
Antiques that speak of daily life.
Daily habits, the everyday, run in the mill antiques, that have turned golden with time.
Antiques that remind me of who I am, and where I have been, and lead the way to tomorrow will bring.
Life that is shared, in more ways than one. Antiques have weathered the test of time.
I would rather have antiques, than something new.
I would rather have antiques than a new dress, or jewelry.
I would rather use old materials, than use new materials.
I would rather live in an old house, drive an old car, buy second hand clothing, shop at the open market, use things that have not been produce industrially...
But that doesn't always happen...
I like antiques.
But, I desired a practical, functional, new kitchen.
So I bought IKEA's cabinets for our kitchen, the simple wooden ones.
My family took my temperature.
I told them I was fine, but they thought otherwise.
"Mom, Corey, Coco Puff... You bought IKEA?" They asked.
"Yeah, and the world is still going around." I said.
Maybe I'll cover the walls with old papers, postage stamps, postcards, and attach the pots and pans with ribbons from the ceiling.
Maybe I won't.
Maybe, I am turning a new leaf?
Maybe I will let my fake blond hair go grey?
Maybe I will remain me: Unpredictable and curious.