I'm unable to post properly today. I'm in Thredbo, it's snowing like crazy, we are coming home today but unsure if we'll get out. Mr Beach House is gunna freak. He's snoring as I write, so has no clue about what lies ahead in terms of shovelling this morning. The kids and I on the other hand hope we get snowed in and have to stay.
Anyhow Malcolm's been at it again. Leaving funny comments on by blog about his Paris life. I can't seem to pin him down on a guest post, so at this stage we'll have to put up with his wonderfully lengthy and informative comments. I might get him to put a container of Brocante together and send it to Australia for us girls. What do you think?
His "Mrs" whom he refers to, is a lovely kids' doctor. She's French and perhaps just doesn't get our passion for this stuff.
Anyway, here's Malcolm's thoughts and vintage finds from the Parisian roadside
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I was walking through our Paris 15th quartier with an Australian mate and came across a mirror thrown out on the footpath - a large old mirror. Then a Polish worker came out of an apartment building with another. "Very old" he says. I give him €5 and leave my mate guarding them while I go look for something to carry them back to my basement. You do know what a large 100 year old Parisian mirror is worth? They go for at least €150 in the "Brocante" and the market stalls. And I'd just scored two of them for €5.
So I grabbed a pram out of the cellar and went back to get the mirrors. 'cept now there are 6 mirrors - couple of them with ornate gold frames - the rest rather plain. Not only that, my resourceful mate has offered a guy €5 to deliver them. So I now have 6 large 100 year old mirrors - the type that go over the fireplaces in those old "pierre de taille" Parisian apartments. (Pity I can't enclose pics of them) I figure there must be €1000 worth - but apart from that - they look great.
I'm always finding stuff on the street. I open every large can of paint I find. I sometimes come home with 20 litres of perfectly good enamel. I bring home timber panels, lengths of "quad", antique toys, games..all sorts of stuff."Her indoors" is a bit embarrassed that I do it. But she was impressed by the mirror find. "Very old" (said with thick Polish accent) - Dude was very happy when I gave him €5 too.
Boy that old bag next to you was cheeky eh?
Oh yeah - I have an old - God knows how old - mahogany "piano" desk in the cellar too. Another "find" from the street. Solid but needs restoring. Like this one - http://www.antiquites-lecomte.com/fr/antique/547/bureau-piano-louis-philippe-en-acajou
I just love Malcolm's adventures don't you?
I reckon the Polish guy makes me look like I charged way too much at the car boot sale. It's interesting the value people put on things isn't it?
So no shots, sorry, but I am blogging in a white out. I'll probs be posting lots of snow shots on instagram later this morning. If you care to, you can follow me for that if you search desireempire over there and want to play along.
Later peeps. Oh and for anyone thinking about robbing the beach house, I already thought of that, we have house sitters.
See you soon gorgeous people.
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