French Husband had barely parked the car at the brocante when I jumped out.
Having the brocante bug is not easy to control.
Is there a cure?
As soon as my eyes fell upon the thickly painted, white-ish grey cupboard/buffet, I knew the brocante bug would begin to boil.
Why couldn't I have the shoe bug, or the candy bug, or the magazine bug, or the makeup bug? Why do I have the furniture sized brocante bug?
Looking over the white-ish grey cupboard/buffet piece, I knew it would fit height and length wise in the kitchen. Fit against the wall perfectly, like a silk glove on a hand, IF only there wasn't already an armoire there that is.
Have you ever done that, mentally start moving things around in your house so the something you want will work? Usually I have an utter mental gymnastic of moving every thing right, left, up, down, inside out and backwards to make thing work. Today my mental gymnastics went like this: I could sell my armoire. That was the only option.
I stared at the one of a kind beauty and whispered, "Bad bad brocante bug!"
To make matters worse, next to the cupboard/buffet piece were six dining room chairs. Caned seats, grayish color, late 1800s perfect condition.
I do not need another chair.
Now here is the ticker... the chairs all six of them cost less than one chair at Ikea.
That is the biggest pain of all: When I find antiques in good condition, lovely patina, authentic, under price and DO NOT NEED THEM, nor have room.
Wait a minute... I could fix things to the ceiling?!
My name is Corey and I am a brocante o holic.
I kissed the cupboard/piece and the chairs goodbye, then wished I wasn't on a stupid diet otherwise I would have had some wine and every big salty delicious thing I could find.