Flea Market Treasures
How could I have forgotten to share my lovely flea market finds from Paris!? Clockwise from the upper left: an embroidered remnant of a tablecloth or tea towel, several yards of white trim, red piping, an antique child's collar (mended in places with tiny stitches).
A word to the wise - when people tell you to get to the flea market early, they do not mean 8 am. I spent a good hour and a half wandering around empty streets, waiting for people and goodies to emerge from behind locked roller shades. Next time, sleeping in is in order.
I was just so very excited, though. hee. There were so many delicious things to see. Like little stores completely devoted to antique doll clothes. I almost bought a turn of the century composite Asian doll. She was divine. But she was also 300 Euros. And I didn't really need her. But she might now actually now be on my list. You know, the list of things that I convinced myself not to buy and then regretted it for years. Like the golden chicken painting I walked away from in Manila when I was a poor doctoral student. Damn that chicken painting. It still haunts me.
So instead of a doll, I brought home this little eyelet baby tunic (for a much more reasonable 10 Euros). It is completely handmade - a bit stained and well-worn, but so sweet. I may try to replicate it in a bigger size for Miss G.
Such a lovely day.