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Sunday 10 October 2010

Pop-up flea markets in Paris

Without knowing about it, I stumbled over a flea market today! These kinds of flea markets may pop up wherever and whenever, and if you’re lucky you’re at the right place at the right time. This was the case for me today, lucky me!

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Let’s make a deal!

I felt really bad for the sellers since it was really freezing outside today. I was being yelled at by an old lady who felt that I was encroaching on her turf. Yes, you better watch out for the old grumpy ladies when you visit a flea market.

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The battle of the prices

After having shopped enough, we went to our favourite Boulanger, La Tryffe Noire, and really gormandized among the pastries. So today’s dinner will be a baguette with cheese and two giant pastries- each.

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Gustav’s time to shop!

Tuesday 22 February 2011

Are you up for the task, Brussels?

So, now I am a Belgian citizen. I must say that it was a real strange feeling to wake up in a completely new apartment and with no Eiffel tower in sight. On the other side my new abode is pretty amazing and the people are so friendly and nice. Nore you can not complain about the surroundings, Belgium has really managed to keep the the original buildings intact and it’s a real pleasure to wondering around at all the small streets where original and cosy cafe´s is popping up every 5fth meter. Now let’s talk about what Brussels has to offer in terms of antique shops and flea markets, this weekend I had my total focus on exploring this field and guess how satisfied I got when I come to know that there are a lot of splendid flea markets and antique shops here. The two most spectacular ones were the Marche´aux Puces and Place du Grand Sablon.

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Marche´aux Puces
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A dream shop for every vintage fan!
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Take a picture of me!
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In which drawer did I put the nails?
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It’s the first time I’ve seen a carusell inside a shop

Sunday 10 April 2011

All done!

Så var ommålningen av vardagsrummet äntligen avklarad!

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Eftermiddagen spenderade vi i området kring Place de l’Agoria där det formligen myllrar av antikhandlare och marknader och självklart mysiga fik och brasserier. På mitt (inte min mans) initiativ besökte vi en av loppmarknaderna där jag gick loss på gamla metallburkar och kabinettfoton. Min kreativitet har verkligen börjat blomstra i takt med Bryssels träd och rabatter och jag har siktet inställt på ett speciellt projekt: uppklädda små askar och burkar så under detta loppisbesök hade jag total fokus på burkar och askar. Stora och små, eleganta och rostiga, jag svepte med allt jag kunde hitta!

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Länsade loppisen totalt på burkar

Vår söndagspromenad avslutade vi med att köpa varsin nygräddad belgisk våffla från en våffelbuss. Kolla in hunden som så troget och fint sitter och tittar på varje kund. Behöver jag säga att jag köpte en extra och gav den till honom?

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Donnez-moi s’il vous plait (ro hit våfflan!)

Monday 20 December 2010

Let it snow!

No, I’m really not a morning person, but when being offered a breakfast buffet at a table with candles lit, even I am willing to get up early. Very cosy! One of the many things that are simply great with the visits from my father- in- law is that he shares my passion for antiques. So today is the day we went to my dear flea market in Porte de Vanves.

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No weather can stop me

Just when we arrived to the market it suddenly, without any warning, started to snow. And with snow, I really mean snow! So the visit became quit rapid, but of course I managed to find a couple of “necessary” things I just had to have.

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All done!

After this we where both wet and frozen and took the bus to San Michel and ate lunch at Café de Paris. Very delicious and most of all dry and warm…


Thursday 1 April 2010

Welcome to my blog!

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Porte de Vanves

Welcome to my blog! Here you will be able to follow my everyday and get inspired.

Yes, it’s finally Saturday! Which means a visit at my favourite flea market in Paris: Porte de Vanves! This flea market is a huge one and a dream for people like me. You can find everything from exclusive Victorian chairs to skates and to old stamps. It’s at places like this I get my inspiration for my creations. Without knowing actually what I look for I screen every table carefully. I dive into boxes filled with dirty junk and there I might find the treasure of the day. Then it’s time for the trickiest part: the battle of the price. My strongest talent isn’t to bargain. Especially not in French. That’s where my husband plays the big role as the tuff, experienced antique dealer. As a thanks for his input, patience and being the carrier I always offer him food and wine on one of the slightly questionable brassieres in that area. Some of my findings:


Rejmyre flea market

So, like always I go home to Sweden this time a year to spend some quality time with my family and friends. My summer stay in Sweden is always pretty intense and hectic, but boy, do I love to be home!

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Scanning the tables

Here at the country side, flea markets really rules! You can find them everywhere. Just take a ride by the car and you instantly spot a small, shabby sign placed almost down in the ditch that says “flea market”. So if you’re a flea market lover, as I am and are on a trip, it can take some time to get to the actual destination. For this reason, my husband often choose to go either by an own car or to take the wheel and then drive pass all the signs really, really, really fast. Poor little me…But today we all, my husband, my sister, my parents and my grandpa went to Rejmyre flea market together. It’s a very popular and well-known flea market which only takes place once a year. Rejmyre is a very tiny village with surroundings so picturesquely and beautiful.

Here you are strolling up and down the small streets, into people’s gardens which are filled with both antique junks and rare collectives. When I’m at a flea market I’m so totally focused on finding the right things that I usually loose track of time. This really stress some people out, especially my husband who use to say: “Come on now! We haven’t come anywhere yet.”

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Today’s findings!

The difference between flea markets in France and in Sweden is total. First of all, the salesmen in Sweden are a lot calmer and they’re talking, not screaming and gesturing as the French salesmen do. Second of all, the prices are considerably lower in Sweden. When I’m at flea markets in Sweden it really strikes me what a clear advantage it is when you and the seller are speaking the same language, which now isn’t the case when I visiting flea markets in Paris. But, even so I´m actually pretty feisty when it comes to bargaining. It´s kind of an art form. A really fun one by the way!