Monday, July 20, 2009

The Object of My Desire: A French Fan

These days, I seem to be cast in a French theme as I consistently find items that remind me of my favorite place on earth: France. While perusing the Allemany Flea Market in San Francisco last week, I spied this trio of cardboard hand fans promoting Air France, and all the places it must have flown in the day. I sneaked one of these fanciful fans into The Vintage Laundress LeAnn Stephenson's Bastille Day themed Hooch Bag a few days ago.

These fans reminded me of the first time I flew to France, on Air France, in 1985, on my way to a year of study at the University of Bordeaux. It was the first time I'd flown overseas, and I had to fly from Kansas City to New York's JFK, and change terminals to make my Air France flight.

Once I entered the plane, it was glamour abound. Coupes of champagne, French flight attendants dressed in crisp uniforms, dinner menus, china plates and Paris! I was headed to Paris, where I would meet a group of fellow students who would spend a week in the City of Lights before snaking down south through the Loire River Valley and finally reaching our destination, Bordeaux.

It was one of the best years of my life, and I visit France as often as I can. But for now, I'll take one of the fans I saved for myself, and dream....breezily.

For more dreamy inspiration, pick up The Find: The Housing Works Book of Decorating with Thrift Shop Treasures, Flea Market Objects, and Vintage Details at Borders, Barnes & Noble, Amazon or Powell's.

Always Frugal, Always Fabulous!

The Elegant Thrifter


  1. I hope everyone takes this exclamation and professed gratitude in the manner that I intend it . . . you are the dearest man, Stan, to have given me that bag full of lovlies (especially that glorious fan!) And lastly . . . it's a tough job being the chosen one, the one to take care of one of these amazing fans . . . but, someones got to do it, right?! I'm stopping short of saying . . . "I've got one and you all dont, I've got one and you all don't" or "Nana Nana boo boo" . . . but, here we are, huh?!

    Perhaps I don't fully understand the definition of "stopping short."

  2. I often long for France this time of year, probably cuz it's so gross here. Italy too. How do you bring a little bit of France into your life? I try setting the table more often, buying blue and yellow napkins, books abut France, talking to you as the heat rises outside!!!

    took me three days to recover from our outings! I was whipped!!

    how is nyc?



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