« French Brocante Keys |
| What To Give The Girl Who Has Everything »
Antique medailles, moonstone, and oxidized silver. Brocante bliss.
And that battered silver cup, tarnished to perfection? The baby mug of my dear Papa, with his name engraved on the side. He was rambunctious at meal times, even then.
Posted at 08:41 AM in Brocante Bijoux | Permalink
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
01/04/2013 at 07:53 PM
The comments to this entry are closed.
Enter your email address:
Delivered by FeedBurner