A. is having her first ever Brocante Shop.
I so want to go and bring the French Brocante Stuff she bought in France back to my house. I know it is crazy, I can find my own French Brocante Stuff here is France… but hey, I really dig what she found when she was her with me last September… I think you would dig her Brocante stuff too…wait a minute why am I telling you about her shop???? I should not breath a word of it, I should sneak over and pack it up in my suitcase and bring it home with me. Heheheheee…. seriously it is a thought.
Like this piece. Another Brocante Beauty she has that I have to have. It has my name written on it, I swear it does. If you go to her shop just look on the bottom of this piece and you will see my name.
I have to have it.
Monogram playing chips… I want these, so please, please go, and when you see A. tell her that you came to her Brocante shop to pick up the Monogram Playing Chips, the statue head, the ex voto… well all her stuff actually for me, okay? Thank you. Oh, and by the way if she says no they are not for sale, or already sold or something awful like that… um…ah…ugh.. well then grab them and run.
When you get to my house, I'll hide you so she won't find you.
Who says sharing is fun?
Okay, I know, I know, I know, sharing is fun…but please A. can I have the monogram playing chips and this chair, and the wooden statue head….
(Photos by A)
Do you know what these are? French Laundry tags! Isn't the stand underneath a beauty too! I should have tied A. up…why did I take her to the brocante with me in France? Why?
"Who's it, What's it things that remind me of you," as A. would say.
I guess I took her because she is so darn cute, and fun, and creative and I knew her shop would be a masterpiece of deliciousness!
I am sure you will love it too!
Brocante goodness.
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