A bunch of little things from Paris to Provence.
18th century piece of red toile and a small catch tray.
That is the trade off... if I sell some I can keep some, but more importantly I can go to the brocantes where I enjoy the hunt.
Chunky beveled glass sides,
a faded blue cushion inside,
better than chocolate with a flavor that last.
Where will our daily lives be told, our history recalled in this computer age. if tomorrow the internet crashed, every single blog post of mine (and others) would vanish. Maybe I should print them... Four thousand entries poof gone. How long would it take to print out two thousand entries and 40,000 photos? (I made up those numbers, but I might not be as far off...)