Last weekend when I was in Paris I begged Sacha to come with me to the brocante and take photos of me doing my thing.
He obliged. One of my conditions was that I did not want to know when he was taking my photo.
I loved these number stamps. Though I did not buy them, because I heard someone calling my name. Susanna! Who I met years ago through blogging, and when both went to help my friend Lynn at the Marburger antique market. Susanna was in Paris with friends buying for their booth back in the States.
Michelle (blog reader) asked me to look for a certain pink floral plate. I usually see a ton of them. But of course last weekend I did not see a one. That look, is the look of, "...oh sure no pink floral plates in the land of plenty of plates!"
Still regretting passing this painting up. I would have called it:
Books and paper, a serious addiction.
Serious paper addiction.
At least paper is light to carry.
Unless you buy a ton of it.
At the end of the brocante I always have to take a photo of a stuffed animal.
This one with a little blue bow.
The conversation at the brocante never changes:
How much? Where did you find it? Do you have more? Wow, you got a deal? No, you didn't buy it? How old is it? Why do you think it is 18th century? Are you a dealer? Where do you sale? Did you see that (object) this morning? Did you get a good price? I bought ten for (add price), When I saw it, it was sold? Such and such has one for sale? Last week I found the most incredible (add object). I haven't found anything and you? Where are you going tomorrow?
My latest faze, African art. It doesn't have to be centuries old.
Yesterday I had my haircut, about three inches, and looking at this photo I am wondering why did I do it.
Two men on a train, a bicycle is drawn on the side, the men have their legs hanging out the window, so it appears they are riding.
The dog is on the owner's lap and I zoomed in.
Photos of me taken by Sacha.