….waiting to go to the Brocante.
This morning while typing this post for my blog I am waiting for a blogging friend to come by. I do not know her other than messages online. Nevertheless she reads my blog which means she knows more about me than I know about her. Though what I do know about Mary is this:
She loves the brocante. Do I need to know more?
In a few seconds she will ring my phone (that is what I told her to do when she got to my street) and I will run out and jump in her car and away we will go. I know this is an unusual way, a far from normal or proper way of meeting someone for the first time but very much my way of doing things when it comes to brocanting and meeting blogging buddies like you.
Yes when it comes to meeting people, and going to the brocante- jumping in is my style.
Time is a precious thing when it comes to doing what we love isn't it?
I'm sure we will have a grand friends… unless I stuff her in an armoire somewhere because she starts buying up everything I love– In all honesty, I might have to do that forget friendship, forget kindness, forget me writing about it.
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If you come over to meet me, and we go brocanting together
I have first dibs.
Of course I am teasing … I think
Repost from 2009
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