Paris Flee Market

If you haven’t made it to Brookside to see where Paris Flee Market’s new home is, you are missing out! This is the perfect spot for this hidden gem. You will find beautiful antiques and home décor. My favorite thing about owner, Elizabeth Pascoe is her use of fabrics. She can layer fabric with the best of them! You feel like you are walking into a Home Design magazine. Check out her beautifully recovered pieces! You will love!

Among the scattered ruins of Merriam’s lost shops and for sale signs (fallen victim to the economy) Elizabeth Pascoe’s Paris Flee Market stands alone.
I chanced to see it walking out of Chacko’s bakery (I would have missed it, honestly, it was that tucked away!) but as fate would have it, this tiny store’s nameplate caught my attention. I walked in skeptical — I assumed some Johnson County-​ite had set up shop with a few high-​end pieces and slap happy prices made for other wealthy women attracted to the glamor of French sophistication.
Pleasantly, I was greeted by Elizabeth, who let me know of the sale going on — 15% off everything in the store… a good start to smashing my preconceptions of the place.
Looking around, I was enamored by the beautiful accessories, the fine details, the lace, the porcelain table lamps, the crocheted pillows, the gilded mirrors and chandeliers and petite velvet chairs in rose colors and floral prints — it was a very romantic setting, very pleasing to the eye.
Having yet to look at a price tag for fear 15% off might still be 8X more than I had in my bank account, I saw that each beautiful accoutrement had a thick yellow tag attached to it with the price hand written in an even thicker cursive scroll. I braved to look at a pillow: $ 30 — I could breath a sign of relief — all of the intricate pillows were $ 30 — $ 40 and the rose velvet chair was $ 75 and that’s NOT including the sale deductions!
The prices were spectacular! If I were refurbishing right now, I would be doing some damage in this flee market! I just hope this place stays under wraps until that fateful day comes when I let myself loose in the store for real — if my friends were aware of this place, it would be destroyed in a looting… in all seriousness.