When asked what I look for at the brocante I answer I look for anything that speaks to me, I look for things for our home, to sell, to give, to understand, to admire…
Medals.
But the thing is once I start looking at one thing it leads to another and then another and then it takes me on a quest to find one older or more unusual, which leads to stories… it just doesn't stop. The deeper I go into the brocante the more curious I become and the more I discover.
It is a wonderland of a rabbit hole to fall into.
Like a key that opens up a drawer to a chest where linens have rested and in between the linens are pressed flowers and postcards, stamps, letters received or never sent, and candy boxes with buttons, and cards, then there are books, and unfinished sewing projects with the thread and needle still attached, and a needle case, or a notebook with sketches, and a box of pastels.
An unsigned painting with tears in just the right places that at first glance it looks like insects.
and broken element like pieces of a puzzle, "Where did this come from and where does it belong?"
The brocante feeds my soul: Teaches me about history, art, faith, creativity and the beauty of everyday life and living.
What do I look for at the brocante?
EVERYTHING.
Leave a Reply