It was this do not disturb sign from the George V hotel in Paris (If you want to see more of the trip, you can read my recap here.) Maybe it was my advanced age getting to me (it was my 30th birthday)? Maybe it was all the buttery croissants I ate that weekend (too many!)? I had to have it! Or I should say I really wanted it but was too chicken to steal it myself so Mr. L did the deed and surprised me with it when I got home. Isn't his larceny sweet?
In fairness, I suspect the hotel would have likely given me one if I had just asked nicely - but didn't bother with that formality.
Here is the proof of our evil ways. It graces our bedroom door. Not that we have anyone else living with us that we need a do not disturb sign but it makes me happy.
It didn't occur to me until I photographed it for this post that it just happens to have the very same colors I incorporated into the bedroom design: Gray, yellow and blue. Coincidence?
So now I've let you into my heart of darkness - lets keep this between us, shall we?
Now its your turn to confess: Do you have a dirty secret to share?