The door, the stone steps, the ivy covered house seemed to call out for a photo. Since, two seconds earlier I had bought an indigo Apron for an Euro at the brocante, it seemed fitting.
I suppose I could have tied the apron tighter.
Several people at the brocante commented favourably on my apron.
Conversations stemmed from that, and that was agreeable. Nobody asked me if I wanted to do the dishes. Though I found out it is a gardener's apron.
Looking at these photos that Yann took I can see that the apron is not flattering, but if I was into flattering I would drop twenty pounds, use botox and wear a Bikini.
Bikini Botox Brocante would be the title of my blog, or short: BB's Brocante.
Recently, I got new sunglasses. The salesperson suggested I go with smaller frames, in which I replied, "If only you had larger ones." He laughed, then went and found larger ones.
Happy indigo garden brocante apron.
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