Mademoiselle Cruet sat on the chair and bared her heart. Endless words untangled her thoughts. Snippets of the past poured out, and waterless hopes began to bloom.
Photo: French antique cruet with painted flowers.
Pouring it Out
Comments
39 responses to “Pouring it Out”
-
What a beauty, this lady is. And her words, too. 🙂
-
I haven’t visited for so long and of course you never disappoint me. That piece is just breathtaking.
Hope you are doing well my friend. Wishing you all the best.
Hugs,
Connie -
Wonderful words. Makes me want more of Mademoiselle Cruet!
That bookcase you redid is beautiful!
tea
xo -
TICA – your ability to create a story with a picture and so few words always amazes me. This is beautiful!
-
She didn’t regret the loss of her cork!
-
Gorgeous hand painted piece and your words divine!
I am so very thankful you are a lovely friend of mine.
Love you
Jeanne
X0X0 -
What a pretty pitcher. And your words to go along with it are so clever 🙂
-
An unexpected pairing!
-
Madame Curet knows that bearing her heart has been cathartic. Her mind is focused and clear now, as a bonus she finally feels hope. She’s a wise woman that Madame C., and so are you Corey!
-
I have a similar cruet. Flowers might just be right on it!!! Off to find and paint. Blessings, Rebecca
-
How do you do that???
Delightful.
Thirsting for more :o) -
Corey! You are so fun! 😉
Your words have so much truth to them though. It’s amazing what can happen when you do pour your heart out… Let it bloom! -
How pretty!!!!
Rosemary -
Great grandmother’s bachelor button painted cordial glass would match perfectly. Hm-Monsieur Cordial? Beautiful photo Corey.
-
I’m beginning to see your home in the same light as the Biblical description “in my Father’s house are many mansions.” Is French husband the heir of a landed estate with various outbuildings to store your many treasures?
I love that you have room to collect and then share with us here. It means I get to enjoy seeing all of your pretties without having to own them. -
beautiful, the both of you.
-
You should write a book of these delightful little stories, Corey!
-
I just bet that beautiful pitcher would look wonderful filled with rosé!
-
I can never imagine you hopeless.
-
Beautiful! You are an artistic photojournalist of the first order. xox
-
As I love your stories and inspirations…come along with me on my imaginations! I thought you would like my “Elegant Day”.. LOL
-
Mademoiselle Cruet est bien jolie assise sur le fauteuil !
j’aime votre poésie corey : continuez à nous émouvoir et nous enchanter de cette façon là ! -
Beautiful cruet! I love this line ‘waterless hopes began to bloom’…wishing for a fountain in the desert.
-
“waterless hopes” i love that phrase. again, your blog is such a daily gift, corey!
-
Absolutely beautiful cruet! I love it! Your home is filled with such lovely things. 🙂
-
Dear lovely Madmoiselle Cruet…
may you dance under the light of the blue moon this evening
in the moist fragrance of the honeysuckle
may you spin and spin and spin
the salty brine from your almond eyes refreshing and renewing your dreams
xox – eb. -
Absolutely lovely!
-
Your words perfectly capture something that i must do in the next couple of days. Feeling very reluctant, but no tears allowed.
-
Such poetic words dear Corey..sigh.
I have been busy travelling and catching up so it is so relaxing to come by and read such poetry in words and images! -
You always make me feel like dancing. xo
-
“Bloomen” words and thoughts…sometimes it`s good to just spill it out…
-
You always leave me eagerly waiting for more…
-
I absolutely LOVE this!! xx, JP
-
Love how it all builds up to the last part – “waterless hopes began to bloom”. It sounds so comforting.
-
Brilliant, Corey. Just brilliant. xo
-
What a beautiful cruet — she does have an amazing presence and grace, and light just sings through her.
-
What a charming – and poetic! little cruet.
-
What a charming – and poetic! little cruet.
-
With a pounce, the cat jumped up on the chair beside Mademoiselle Cruet.
Just a flick of the tale and Mille C. was on the floor in a gazillion pieces.
Her vinigrette days were over…
Leave a Reply