Brocante, I know and you know that I have the brocante bug bad. It is an illness I live with daily. Love it. Every aspect of it. It doesn't matter the side effects it brings: Big, small, tattered, worn, under cover, early mornings... it is worth it.
It doesn't matter what the brocante brings, it fascinates my imagination, makes me giddy, jump out of the car before it even stops giddy!
Or in other words it makes me nutty.
Thankfully I live in France, where my brocante bug can have a daily fix if need be.
1900s Trivet Tray
French Antique pot de creme.
Chocolate not included.
French Brocante Religious Statues.
My monastic days inspire what I am drawn too.
1800s romantic engravings for yesteryear.
Hand woven linen towels from the 1800s.
Large wooden base, iron stamp to use to print on fabric, to create a monogram.
1800s French antique hand made fine lace.
Made by loving hands, never used.
Created for the pleasure of creating, not for a purpose.
Pink covered box with folded pieces of paper that have chaton crystals (chaton crystals are used in jewelry making.) stored in them.
French antique baby pink silk covered jewel box.
French letters from 1833
Last weekend I found a box that was stuffed silly with documents from one household... a chateau... the documents on the bottom of the box dated 1677 until 1920s.
Holy water bedside font.
1800s linen flour sacks. Tight weave helps prevent flour from escaping.
French antique clay marbles,
Before cat eyes.
Gold metal estampes, used as the latches for Limoges boxes.
1900s candy box.
For those of you who follow my Brocante Shop I will be posting many more throughout the week.
Sad but true I gotta let these sweet things go if I want to keep going to the brocante. The brocante bug strives on give and take. Buy and sell. Seek and find. Happy ever after.