....waiting to go to the Brocante.
This morning while typing this post for my blog I am waiting for Mimi to come by. I do not know Mimi. Nevertheless she reads my blog which means she knows more about me than I know about her. Though what I do know about Mimi 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'll share our adventures with you tomorrow... 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 love..forget me writing about it.
Moral of the Story:
If you come over to meet me, and we go brocanting (Brocanting is a word I made up by using the French word 'Brocante' which means antique market and changing it into an English verb.) together: I have first dibs.