Chelsea and Sacha were born in France.
Maybe that is way old things don't wow them as much as they do me.
Maybe when you grow up with old things all around you, new things have a different sparkle that catch the eye.
My children, young adults now, love to tease me, at least I think it is teasing when they say, "Our home...chairs that are uncomfortable, mirrors you cannot see yourself in..."
They do not have a passion for old things. They don't "get" the beauty of peeling, cracked, chipped, 18th century... blah blah blah.
I have been antiquing, or as they say in French: Chineur, since the beginning of my time. The brocante bug bite me when I was 12 or 13. The first thing I ever bought with my own money (babysitting) was a 1920s blue beaded bag.
Do I still have it?
Somewhere out of reach... and memory.
Imagine my utter shock today while at the brocante I received a message on my phone that said, "Hi Mom, (adds a giggle) just calling to say that Mr. Espresso and I are at the bro-cante, in Saint Ouen, yeah that happened... is happening... I just wanted to call and say hi."
I nearly fainted.
I think I have listened to that sweet message ten times if not twenty. Pure music.
That adorable brocante bug, that I love so much, has finally bitten my daughter!
They (Mr. Espresso and Chelsea) bought an industrail piece to use as a coffee table.
I think this might mean Mr. Espresso is bitten too.
Oh Brocante bug.
Oh young lovers.
I think they wouldn't mind me buying them a pair of old locks to love lock themselves in Paris.
Oh the pleasure to be able to call Chelsea a chineur!
Sacha are you listening?