In a room that use to be Sacha's I have invaded. Bags full of brocante come and go. Sacha's room isn't large, things are stacked. When people come over to shop I have to have a heads up... otherwise there is nowhere to walk. I call it: "The Disaster Zone" because rarely is it orderly. Messy never was a word used to describe me... until I started the online brocante. The Disaster Zone is a new chapter in my otherwise tidy selfhood.
Sacha has lived away from home for nearly five years... though whenever he comes home he reminds me that his room is a mess, he has invaded Chelsea's old room.
Friends come over proclaiming, "You never have to go brocanting again. You have enough for ten years." Yet they do not see it come and go. Sure there are certain things that stick around 'cause I am not ready to let part with them.
Remember the statue I bought that fell over one night and broke. Well there she is with a chipped nose. Everyone wants her, but well how much do they want to pay?
"She is broken."
Funny how that doesn't bother me, she survived a great fall.
Then there is the book I took apart and made wallpaper out of... only to find out it is worth more than the wall.
Not really but kind of true.
First lesson about Brocanting...
When you find something you do not know about, look it up.
Endless fabric covered boxes, that store endless amount of beads, medals, keys, little things...
Jesus is going to America this weekend.
Two brocante buddies.
Baby steps towards not being afraid of dogs.
The other day at the brocante I felt something lick my hand, I froze not because it was freezing cold... but because, you guessed it, a dog was licking my hand.
Stuffed dogs are cute.
Dogs licking my hand, freaky.
Porcelain flowers found in Aubagne
now live in Seattle at Sheree's beautiful home.
Sweetest perfume, forever in bloom.
Over a hundred years strong.
Tattered, hand painted candy box... it said goodbye too.
Silk box with a barely-hanging-on-latch.
Someone had to save them, they still hold things and are far prettier than plastic.
Brocante is recycling. I am green.
Someone's hard work is now art.
Spun wool on a wooden spool board.
"Art Popular", as it is called in France.
Consumed by it.
What is your beautiful mess?
Menus better than cook books.
Putting things online...
I could put a hundred things online, and well... I would buy a hundred more, just to do it again and again.
Messy is a new world of perfection!
And then there are things that never make it to my online shop for one reason or another.
Glasses are not fun to pack.
Paper mache Statues in my friend Francine's shop.
Little horse trotted off to Georgia.
My friend Odile's shop... I am a faithful client, my first purchase in Isle sur la Sorgue was twenty three years ago.
See Girl Run,
Run Girl Run.
This came home with me.
This went with Carmen.
So did these.
Someone got these.
Herbiers in a massive frame.
One would need a massive wall.
I see so many lovely things.
Beautiful towns... for that reason alone I would go to a brocante and make a mess out of my son's room.