Month: September 2009
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Jet lag is holding me Hostage
I'll post as soon as I can… I arrived, though my suitcases did not… When the lost and found department asked me to describe what was inside I said, "Rolls of linen, old documents and a black dress." They thought…
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Blogging and the One Black Dress
I have been fortunate to have met many of you over the last few years. It is rather funny to explain to someone who isn't into blogging what it means to know people you don't know yet know on-line. Whew.…
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The Lover, the Garden, the Next Door Neighbor and Fig Jam
After the last fig jam jar was sealed I raised my gooey jam filled spoon and shouted out, "This is for you Mr. Porte!" You see Mr. Porte was my next door neighbor, the incredible gardener, generous smile, nearly ninety…
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What Do You Do with French Linen and Hemp?
The antique dealer was genuinely puzzled as I loaded bag after bag of his old linen and hemp towels and sheets, "What do you do with these? Do you sew?" I felt cheeky when I replied, "Other than wrapping it…
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French Mimosa
Saturday morning, sparkling water, no champagne, fresh squeezed orange juice, chilled wine glasses, a mint leaf or two, fig jam, made pancakes, ate a few while standing at the kitchen counter flipping the other ones on to a plate. Three…
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Photos of a Small French Town in Provence
My town. Can I say that, even if I was not born here? What makes a town yours? Is it by the roots that sprout forward as you water them with your steps? My street, where I live…. The remains…