It's the dead of winter here, and to my chagrin, not a flea market to be found for miles. Make that States.
I can't go a whole winter without some sort of antique peeking. I don't even ned to buy anything..it is just the touching, the looking, the wondering.
This past weekend, I was going to burst if I didn't do some treasure-hunting, so we ventured out into the freezing temperatures and hit one of my favorite spots.
I have found many a treasure at this shop. The couple that run it seem to stock the shop with things that only I dream of owning.
I walked in and my radar quickly honed in on a masterpiece. It drew me over like a bee to honey.
I tried to ignore it. Even walked past it.
But anyone who has an antique fetish will tell you, that it Just. Won't. Work. Antiques have a way of whispering in your ear, even from far away!
I tried to erase it from my mind, but it's gilt gold details had already woven their way deep into my Francophile heart.
I tried to convince myself that I didn't need it. That I had no place to put it.
But those lines, those curves, those carvings, oh my! Beauty trumps practicality…every time.
Every collector will always find the place, always make a space.
And so several conversations-with-myself later, Chris carried it out to the Mighty Golf, which is a hatchback and home we came.
And I am *so* happy to say that I am in love with my new French Find. My research makes me think that it is a Louis XVI French Vanity Chair.
Now, I just have to find that space I mentioned earlier.
Happy Love Thursday everyone!