Last night our friends Trisha and her husband Ben came over. Trisha I met through blogging a few years ago. Out claim to instant miracle is that we met for a drink in Paris as Trisha was on her way home to the States. Though a few weeks earlier Trisha had asked me if I could find her a large chunky monkey crystal chandler. Long story short I did, so instead of a drink we went straight to the antique shop that was closing in 15 minutes. Longer story made shorter, Trisha loved the chandler yet how was she going to get it home since it wasn't something you could never slip into a carry on. We walked the streets in record breaking speed, found a box, then had the antique shop call a taxi, while we dismantled the chandler into the box the size of a baby elephant.
The chandler made it back to the States. When Trisha took it too be rewired the black iron chandler was gilded underneath and the crystals tagged… yes it was that dirty. Later Trisha found out that the several hundred dollar chandler that I found was worth 10000 dollars.
Of course the next time Trisha came to France she took me out to dinner to celebrate our first meeting and great find.
Anyway I am way off the subject… last night while Trisha and Ben with at our house the famous question was asked again…
Why does France have a passion for pink toilet paper? I am not talking pink as in isn't that cute. But France has more pink toilet paper than white toilet paper.
As Sacha has said before: "When you get pass the nice things to talk about, and start talking poop and toilet paper you know who your real friends are."
Thank you for being my friends
xoxo
P.S.
If I had pink toilet paper I would have put a picture of it. Secondly, brocante is my thing… so old is gold not pink.
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