Les Marchés au Puces - { The Market of the Fleas }

When I was a wee kipper my parents bought my older brother and I an organ for Christmas. It was a whistle inducing whizz bang number up on a stand with one hand for the melody and one hand for the chords. We bashed around on it for a few weeks when it became quite obvious to anyone who endured our relentless playing of Hot Cross Buns that lessons were in order. Enter Mr. Lynch and his shiny black briefcase.

Each lesson began with a review of the previous lesson's homework (homework I completed seconds before Mr. Lynch's little grey Laser pulled up in front of our house). The value of a crotchet versus a minim, treble clef versus bass clef and the wonderful Every Good Boy Deserves Fruit!

I always sat on my hands during this review eager to appear scholarly but secretly wishing he'd cut the prattle so I could get onto learning that new Debbie Gibson song I knew he had tucked into that briefcase. Debbie also shared manilla folder space with such unforgettable anthems as We Are the World, The Lambada, Chariots of Fire, Star Wars and my all time favourite...The Neverending Story! Don't mock, it was the Eighties! And yes, I sang along.




As thrifting has been a little light on this week I thought I'd share my all time flea market find. When Hubby and I were travelling around France we couldn't resist...o.k. I couldn't resist this gorgeous little piano found in an antique store in Avalon. Bijou was not even a magical thought in our minds yet we still purchased it and lugged it home...in a back pack too! It cost an absolute pittance so we thought we'd chance getting it back into Australia and to our delight we got it home! (We did declare it, promise!). It now takes pride of place in poppet's room and she enjoys playing it daily. Perhaps I should look up old Mr. Lynch. I wonder if he still has that black briefcase? I wonder if he has any Delta Goodrem songs...mmmm!

For other wonderful treasures please be sure to visit Sophie's gorgeous blog.