The Parisians know how to flea...





...as in "market" that is. I was so in awe of the most famous flea market in Paris called Porte de Clignancourt, officially called Les Puces de Saint-Ouen, but known to everyone as Les Puces (The Fleas). Not only were the finds over the top "incroyable" but the culture, attitude (with the slight exception of a few unkind French hagglers) and scenery were all worth the trip. I fell in love with some of the children and infant collectibles/toys/clothing. Even the tiny temporary store fronts were stunning. From the ivy covered entry of one vendor to the antique toy metal airplane, lace baby stroller and (who'd a tought) a rattan woven motorcyle my feat took a beating but it was worth it. Do you think I got carried away with my obsession of wheeled objects?!? I am very excited to add some of my finds to the Petrie Pint Designs collection. Stay tuned!

Au Revoir, Mon Ami!


Talk about the expression "spontaneity is the spice of life"... 24 hours ago my husband and I were walking our dog on the at Sunset Beach in Shelter Island, and now we are in Paris for the weekend! OK, that sounds overly "jet-setter-ish". Let me explain.

My husband had to come her for a quick work meeting and it happened to work out that I could go with him. No kids, no worries (well, except a little bit of guilt for leaving the family) and aside from jet lag, we are feeling pretty lucky and excited. I just opened up the french door windows and stepped outside my room to see the Eiffel Tower but had to retreat quickly in fear that I was channeling Michael Jackson (you know the moment...when he dangled his infant over the hotel bannister).

Most importantly I have been DYING to go to the Paris Flea market for so long, and now I can go and search out more inventory for PPD! If any one has any good suggestions for the flea market, please send those comments right away.

Pinch me. Or just hate me.