French Brocante.
Early morning.
Sweet little find.
Baby silver napkin rings.
I have never seen such a thing.
French Husband has in the last few years followed me to the brocantes. Mainly because he knows I fall asleep at the wheel, and he wants to keep me safe.
So sweet.
and helpful.
and definitely he makes it more fun… most of the time that is.
Though sometimes he can be, um, bad for business. He is sentimental you see, and wants to keep everything, especially if I talk about the purchase, or say something such as, "Oh look at this! Oh we should keep it! For our future grandchildren." Then BAM, he fixates on that, and that is that.
I cannot say certain things such as:
"I have never seen such a thing.
Hard to find.
A great deal.
A baby's…
Sweet, has survived all these years.
Grandchildren.
Wouldn't this look good in our house."
French Husband is a baby when it comes to parting with things. Gee, I doubt he would even let his future grandchildren even touch the napkin rings.
So I should have bought the silver baby napkin rings and not uttered a word. But oh no, did I do that? Heck no. I exclaimed, "Oh look at those sweet little baby napkin rings, I have never seen such a thing! Wouldn't they be sweet to use at Christmas at our house when we have grandchildren?"
And when the dealer said ten Euros for all of them. I scooped them up without a word of negotiating.
French Husband knew that meant it was a good deal.
From that moment on he pestered me with:
"You ar going to keep them aren't you?"
"I think we should keep them."
"I want to keep them."
"Let me buy them from you."
Seriously, he offers to buy them from me. That is when I have to stop and set him straight. Bring him back to reality. Shake him up a bit and say something such as, "Let's go make out in the car."
French Brocante.
Early morning.
Sweet little find.
Baby silver napkin rings.
Making out in the brocante parking lot.
Maybe I do know what I am doing?
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