Un Vol By Any Other Name

I recently picked up this gorgeous pine armoire at one of my secret addresses in Dijon. I think it dates from the early 1900s or so, boasts an amazing honey-toned patina, and fits in perfectly in our entrance at La Maison des Chaumes.

I guess seeing as I am in France I’m going to be French about it and not be so gauche as to say how much I paid. But let me just say – it was a total steal and I can’t help but get a little frisson up my spine every time I look at it. Un vrai coup de foudre

Is it normal to feel this way about furniture?