Bonjour chers amis!
(Or even better: Bonjour, l'amour! Est-ce que maintenant on va aller déjeuner au buffet-brunch?)
(You'll have to look that up, but it always cracks me up.)
Today a petie nouvelle about a cream pot.
(A cream pot for only .99 which is a good price for Savers these days.)
Guess you noticed the broken lid.
I know this seems hard to believe, but I did not.
Je suis aveugle.
Poor broken cream pitcher.
Nothing a little trip to Anthropologie won't cure, oui?
Une fixation peu.
Ta da and Voila!
Cute little cream pot.
She looks like the animated tea pot in Beauty and the Beast, doesn't she?
Not really the look I was going for, but it'll do.
A bit of a Marie Antoinette vibe, if you will.
Un pichet creme! Ooo la la.
I also got, finally, what I think is the final answer to the dreaded rug-in-front-of-the-sink dilemma.
I stand in front of that sink for so many hours a day (seems like anyway) that I really, really want and need something soft and cushy for my pieds endoloris.
Enter that famous French store Target!
(OK, I'll stop.)
So pretty, so thick, so orangey-red.
So on sale.
Matches the thrifted and much loved dragon nightlight over there on the wall.
Screams against that dark olive color. (You know how I love screaming color.)
Au revoir, my pretties!