Let me tell you a story.. long before children and meeting my husband I was lucky enough to spend summers in Europe. I bought my first basket as I noticed all the women carried a basket daily. To the market, the beach , going about their business in the hot summer sun. They looked so effortlessly chic in their flowing dresses and local sandals. That’s the woman I want to be I’d think to myself. Fast forward to years later when my years in NYC and LA saw me office bound, semi designer bag in tow. Ever summer I looked forward to packing for France or Spain. My floaty dresses, my old worn leather sandals and of course my trusty basket that despite being squashed at the bottom of my suitcase came alive once unpacked. I always knew somehow my goal would be to have a little slice of that life and on meeting my husband as many of you know by sharing the same dream to buy a house in France, that dream fast became a reality. My basket still came with me everywhere ( I still have it nearly 20 years later) and a local basket was and still is my gift of choice for my American friends. French baskets or European baskets for they are the same in Spain, Greece, Italy bring me so much joy and seeing the store grow over the past few years and that our baskets have become almost what we are known for now couldn’t make me any happier. Knowing possibly there are others out there who feel a little skip in their step as they they carry their basket from us makes me feel utter joy. So from one basket loving lady to another I say thank you and welcome to what I call “finding your inner French girl” ❤️ #vivietmargot#frenchbasket#marketbasket#strawbasket#frenchgirl 📷 by @fresh_delivery
Ma gueule quand on me dit que je ne peux pas faire de vélo et en plus qu'il flotte ! 😏
Je garde le moral. Demain je remonte aux sources... Me ressourcer du coup ! 😇
Grosse pensée pour les compétiteurs de l'Ironman de Nice. Je vais aller y faire un tour d'ailleurs.
Belle journée 😁