I have a thing for French antique papers when I spot them at the flea markets my feet stop moving and my heart starts racing like the feeling of falling in love. Instantly I want to grab them. Then the long drawn out bartering with myself begins.
You don't need any more old papers.
I know, I know but I want them.
You don't NEED them.
I'll use them, I promise.
You won't, you never use them. You can barely tear new paper, let alone old paper. You'll stuff them in the armoire with the other paper by the way the armoire is bursting at the hinges as we talk. Put those papers down. I'll create something this time.
You won't!
I'll sell them, I'll make paper bundles and sell them.
Now, there is an idea.
Okay?
Okay!
So I have bought them over and over again…and now I must sell them! Or my armoire is going to explode!
photo: French antique papers covering my coffee table, rendering it impractical to use! As my children say: "Mommy please buy things that have a real purpose and that we can actually use!
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