This sconce (would that be its name) with no particular pedigree is a broken down painted remnant from some time ago. It is a bit bruised and battered but nothing a couple of small nails and several screws couldn't fix. It is not the finest of pieces but something about the distressed painting and the tole flowers caught my eye. That's what I love so much about a flea market; my French shabby chic treasure and pleasure is another's throwaway junk. Win, win all the way.
Have a wonderful weekend, xv.
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