The group arrives tomorrow. The house is ready, the refrigerator is full, and—I’ve come down with a cold. The jasmine is blooming, and the weather has turned warmer.
If you have a question—about the brocante, about France, about how to pack an ironstone tureen in your carry-on—ask in the comments and I’ll try to answer. Questions I have been asked:
Do you get anxious before a group comes?
Not usually. I figure if someone’s been reading my blog for any amount of time, they already know how I am—quirks and wrinkles included. There’s no big reveal. We’re already familiar, in a way.
Do you ever get tired of going to the same places?
That’s like asking a fish if it gets tired of swimming in water. The brocante is never the same twice. It changes with the weather, the season, the light.
Do you think you’ll ever retire?
That’s a hard one. Retire from what? It doesn’t feel like a job. I guess age makes this a question. But, with my daughter helping out why would I stop?
Will you sell online again?
No… but maybe Chelsea will. Once she is settled in her new home.
Is there something you’re always looking for and have never found?
Yes. A book that, when you bend back the binding just right, a painting appears across the edge of the pages like a secret. I’ve never seen one, but I believe it’s out there.
Do you think you’ll ever move back to the States?
No. My life is embedded here now.
After nearly twenty years of blogging… is there any question left? Maybe. I’m still listening.
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