A little French or a lot of French
Wednesday, July 16th, 2008By Never teh Bride
I, personally, am not one for hoarding. The mother of an ex of mine collected all things duck, so her kitchen and her bathrooms were constantly a-quackin’ with ducky statues and ducky toilet paper cozies and framed ducky art complete with sayings like “You quack me up!” For some people, it’s turtles and for others it’s cats. There are people who incorporate golf or the Red Sox into every facet of their decor.
But like I’ve said in the past, I’m generally a fan of moderation. A little bit of khokhloma here and a few pieces of seaglass there. A ceramic cat nestled in the corner and a couple of Asian busts displayed discretely among the books. No matter what you’re a fan of, if you care about aesthetics more than rabid fandom — not that this is the better or worse choice — you’ll have to exercise a touch of restraint.
Me? I like France…or rather, I like the idea of France, by which I really mean the idea of some magical amalgamation of Paris and the French countryside. I try to limit my obsession with all things French to things specifically not emblazoned with “PARIS” written in fanciful script or line drawings of the Eiffel Tower, but that’s just moi.
If you prefer to celebrate your love of France in unmistakable ways, ParisChic Boutique may just be the Etsy shop pour vous.
These knobs would look smashing on a vanity or bedside table, though I’d really rather they didn’t have Paris written on them. Of course, everything I’m about to show you has Paris written on it!
