Saturday, February 26, 2011

A Weekend In The Country





















You are all aware, without my having to mention the fact on every post, that I am living the most glamourous life one could imagine. My life is sort of a synonym for glamour or glamor -- both of them if you will.

Case in point: yesterday the lock/closure/thingie on the back door broke. Need I add that I happened to be the last person who touched it? I didn't think so. These are the sorts of situations that send My-Reason-For-Living-In-France into a tizzy which includes long discourses about the fact the thing was custom-made some 35 years ago (pre-moi), the company no longer exists, we'll never find the same thing, and since the handle matches other doors everything will have to be changed to keep the theme going, and on and on.

He's a Pisces and an architect which means I am then entertained by highly technical explanations on how this major problem can (and cannot) be solved. 

I suggested we simply put a large German shepherd on the inside looking out of the door and that's that. He ignored my very practical solution. 
























As I was saying, oh the glamor, we are now embarking on the "hopeless" search for a replacement in our corner of the world. On Monday, because we know we won't find the thingie today (even though we've scheduled lots of time to waste looking), we will hit BHV in Paris. 

For me going to BHV (Bazar Hotel de Ville) in Paris -- and yes, I realize many of you love that place -- is the equivalent of a blood test when they can't find the right vein and have to resort to the one on top of your hand, except with a lot more people in attendance. 

I'm now trying to pull together an appropriate outfit that will reflect my enthusiasm for the project before me. I'm thinking black-on-black hits just the right note.

P.S.: I forgot to clarify, we own the aforementioned German shepherd. In fact we have two, though I'm not sure the 14-year-old can hold up the rear guard. (Sometimes I think we know each other so well I make assumptions and forget to give you pertinent details.)

16 comments:

knitwit said...

Life in France really IS so much more glamorous than anywhere else. Here in North America, we'd just put on some sweat pants and running shoes and go to the Home Depot!

Beadboard UpCountry said...

Jeans, baby, jeans.......It's work.Maryanne xo

Deja Pseu said...

Hah! Our last trip we stayed a few blocks from BHV and if there's anything that store doesn't carry, I can't think of it. It did turn out to be rather fortuitous, as our electrical adapter quit working the second day of our trip, and we were able to find a rather better one at BHV, after the requisite hour of wandering the store trying to figure which department it was in.

Bon chance with the search!

Judith said...

Daily reader but first time to comment. Had to let you know how much I enjoy your blog and today seemed like a good time to do it. There's always something to make me smile, if not lol. Thanks Tish.

LuxeBytes said...

Hah, that's so funny, Tish. Bon chance! Courage!

xoxox --
M.

Jeanne-Aelia Desparmet-Hart said...

Yes, the BHV: black on black and combat boots; and patience patience patience... very fun post and how I identify!

BonjourRomance said...

Bonne chance Tish - I'm with you on the BHV thing, argh!

Pearl said...

I do love the BHV and find the sous-sol a wonderful place. Hope yur search is fruitful.

concretenprimroses said...

Good luck with the hardware!
I just read through your warm weather dressing posts! Thanks for the great advice, tho I won't be using it this winter either. Good things to keep in mind for any trip.
Kathy

SheilaLouise said...

Tish, I have a decorative hardware/plumbing showroom here in Beverly Hills if you don't have any luck finding a replacement email me a picture and I may be able to guide you. We have some suppliers also in France. You may try Garnier or Bronze de France. But I may be able to identify the item if you send a picture. It's my specialty.

quintessence said...

Ah - I have the opposite problem with my Y chromosome other half - why do we need to redo - it doesn't matter if it doesn't match, no one is going to notice...Love the blood test analogy.

Rubiatonta said...

Can you still buy little finches all alive-o at BHV? When I lived in Paris I used to spend hours wandering around in there -- but I'm a hardware-craft-DIY store junkie, so it was like the biggest fix possible. (In recent years, I had the occasion to spend similar blissed-out hours wandering Tokyo Hands, where I always managed to find knitting gadgets I didn't know had been invented.)

If I were going to BHV, I'd wear my tiara and feather boa.

Belle de Ville said...

Ah the BHV a truly unique parisian experience.
Personally, I would have gone with your german shepard idea.

Kate said...

Never been to BHV and sounds like you wish you never had either. Hope the search was successful!

Golla said...

Ha ha ha, that is so funny! And a little bit unsettling. My better half is also an architect. And a Pisces. AND likes to entertain me with long, detailed technical explanations and descriptions of the long and thorny road to fixing whatever is broken at any given time in our house.

DocP said...

If I can't find it online, I don't need it THAT much.

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