So, we’re at it again. A little bit of everything—digging in warehouses, rummaging through antique shops, pulling fabric out of boxes, stopping by consignment shops, stopping at my antique dealer’s homes. Somewhere in between, there are fabulous meals, plenty of laughs in the van, and the never-ending game of loading and unloading.
We dress like hunters—comfortable, ready, alert. No, we’re not diving into dumpsters (let’s not get too wild), but we’re definitely not afraid to get our hands dirty.
There’s something wonderful about being with a group of women who love to dig, talk, tease, and treasure-hunt. We drive along, hauling our finds, listening to each other’s stories, lighting up over a painting, a box of silver, or an old manuscript.
We definitely go to the out-of-the-way places—back road secrets I’m never going to tell you about… until you come here. Somebody has to be the gatekeeper to the treasures of antiquing in France.
Sure, we go to places that everyone knows about. But even that feels different when you’re with someone who’s lived here for over 35 years. There are insider tips, familiar faces, and an unspoken sense of where to poke—because yes, sometimes it’s that box in the back that has the best stuff. (Trust me on that one.)
It’s not for the faint of heart. But if you’ve got the spirit to jump in, to dig deep, to laugh loud, and to see the beauty in the mess—then welcome. This is it. This is French la Vie.
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