Old School

Look what I found yesterday! I thought it was a pretty cool lookin' necklace, and then I saw the tag still attached as if it were never worn...

Look closely, and you can still see the "Bon Marche" tag! (Bon Marche was a department store meaning "a good deal." And you'd think if the whole country can learn how to say "bon marche" folks can learn to say "cherche," right?

Anyway, I thought that was pretty old school.

Speaking of old school, I can remember the ladies always talking about this "Bon Marche" growing up, and I knew I'd like to go too. When the ladies went to "the city" (New Orleans), momma would just tote me along with her. And going to "the city" was just fine with me. I was also "just fine" my high chair at Galatoire's. I am a true "lady of leisure" at heart. Lunch at Galatiore's, a play at the Saenger, and a little shopping. Again, just fine with me. And even better...going home to the country singin Raffi all the way home with my momma. Okay, I've gotten carried away. 

Bon Marche was the mall in Baton Rouge, but you may know about Maison Blanche, Godchaux's, and D.H. Holmes in "the city". While reading "The Help" I had a little chuckle when they referenced Maison Blanche. 

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Not sure if any of my fellow 'poleon people read my blog (that's Napoleonville for others who don't know), but I could very well add "The Leader Store" in this old school category, don't you think?

"The Leader store leads 'em all!" 

Man, if I could just add a video to this blog...

Growing up, my sisters and I would be "Vanna White" and showcase all our new birthday or Christmas items on video and announce where it came from. Most of the time, we advertised The Leader Store. 

My sisters wouldn't let me do or say anything on the videos except I would chime in with a thick cajun accent saying, "and it's bran' new." 

One time I interrupted to show off my new Lee press-on nails. I would forget I had them on, scratch my head, and all of the nails would be hanging from strands of hair. 

Wow, I had no intention of going this far with my story. Sometimes things can trigger a trip down memory lane.

And that's what I love about jewelry. 

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