Category: Brocante
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The Ball of Wonder
Rolling past my feet was a ball on the run. Picking it up, I saw that someone had taken fabric remnants a very long time ago, torn them into strips, then tied them together end to end…
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The Thing about Lace
It is that lace thing again, every now and then I must show it. The funny thing about this lace attraction of mine is- I do not use it. I do not sew it on my sheets, or pillow…
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Small Wonder
An eighteen century glass. A little wonder in a world of newness
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In the Eye of the Beholder
When Sacha asked, "Mom what is the most valuable thing in our house?" I thought it a strange question and told him so. He gave me that sideways look as one does when one is being sneaky and teasing at once, "Because…
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Get Ready for a Shock
Instead of buying antiques today I bought two very modern paintings by a man in his late eighties. Camille Fourès. The first painting is nearly as tall as me, but wider than me…whew. I never thought about yellow as…
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The French StoryBook
The French book I found at the brocante was titled, "I Shall Read". The images are just too dang cute. When I found it I thought what darling wallpaper it would make. I have a thing about using old…