{at a flea market with my baby girl in Hamburg, Germany} It seems like I’ve read numerous magazine articles lately about collectors who have been going to flea markets since they were five years old. Or coveting their grandmothers’ jewelry from the age of six.  Could this be true?  What kindergartener even understands what…

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…for help.  I’ve been trying really hard to get some personality into our apartment.  I’ve hesitated more than usual because we don’t know how much longer we’ll be living here.  Thus, no painting the walls.  Which is devastating to me.  In NYC, my living room was a desert rose color (yes, that’s a deep pink!),…

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