a random collector of Le
Creuset. When rifling through a random box at a flea
market in France, a hint of one of their trademark colors may catch my
eye. I’ll pull out the pot, inspect it (never with too much excitement
because if I plan to bargain for it, I need to keep my cards close to my
chest), then either make an offer or put it back.
space is always an issue, I evaluate it for a number of factors: If
it’d be a good addition to my batterie
de cuisine, if the price is right, and how much use its had.
(That is, what condition it’s in.) I actually love seeing the well-used
pieces at the flea markets in France, because many people have kept their
pots and pans in their families, handing them down from generation to
generation. Some I put back because they’re too far gone, others I haggle
for – or just pay up because it’s too good to leave behind – and a few I
regret not acting faster on, seeing them snapped up by others.