French Husband had barely parked the car at the brocante when I jumped out.
Having the brocante bug is not easy to control.
Is there a cure?
As soon as my eyes fell upon the thickly painted, white-ish grey cupboard/buffet, I knew the brocante bug would begin to boil.
Why couldn't I have the shoe bug, or the candy bug, or the magazine bug, or the makeup bug? Why do I have the furniture sized brocante bug?
Looking over the white-ish grey cupboard/buffet piece, I knew it would fit height and length wise in the kitchen. Fit against the wall perfectly, like a silk glove on a hand, IF only there wasn't already an armoire there and one that I like.
Have you ever done that? Mentally start moving things around in your house so the something you want will work? Usually I have an utter mental gymnastic of moving every thing around in my mind it goes like this: I could move it to the right, no to the left, better yet upstairs, no no no downstairs, I could move that piece here and that piece there, inside out and backwards to make thing work.
Today my mental gymnastics went like this: I could sell my armoire. That was the only option.
I stared at the one of a kind beauty and whispered, "Bad bad brocante bug!"
To make matters worse, next to the cupboard/buffet piece were six dining room chairs. Caned seats, grayish color, late 1800s perfect condition.
I do not need another chair.
Now here is the ticker… the chairs all six of them cost less than one chair at Ikea.
That is when I think why do I have this brocante bug? It is haunting when I find antiques in good condition, lovely patina, authentic, under price and DO NOT NEED THEM, nor have room.
Wait a minute… I could fix things to the ceiling?!
My name is Corey and I am a brocante o holic.
I kissed the cupboard/piece and the chairs goodbye, then wished I wasn't on a stupid diet otherwise I would have had some wine and every big salty delicious thing I could find… that is another bug completely.
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