Month: November 2017
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Twelve Years Blogging about the Brocante and More
In the beginning (twenty years ago) when I became an antique dealer, or as I like to say when the "brocante bug bite me", I went at it alone. It started when our garage was full, I decided to…
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The Look
The look that an antique dealer gets when she sees an antique she wants in another antique dealer's hand: Calm Steady Wishful thinking that the other person will put the desired antique down so she can grab it. Kind…
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Mayonnaise But my Mom Calls it Salad
In all fairness, the mayonnaise salad my mom makes has more than mayonnaise, it also has nine cloves of crushed garlic. Yes, nine. If it weren't for the head of chopped lettuce I might never have believed it was a…
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24 Hours Heading Home
The measurer of time One moment of many profound and fleeting blending seconds into days, and a lifetime back into seconds. When I was home it was as if I hadn't left, then twenty four hours later I am…
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Old Family Photos
My brothers and my dad. We came to Willows for Thanksgiving, a very short visit, the shortest I have ever taken. In the ten days that we were here, I was in bed four of the days. It seems…