Five years ago my friend Kristi (French-Word-a-Day) dared me to start a blog, and to write on it everyday. Little did she know that I love dares.
(My first photo on my blog back in 2005)
My first blog post started like this:
"If there is anything that can make my heart beat like a passionate drum, it is to go to a antique market; Anytime, Anywhere. Even if it means driving five hours in a car, having to sleep in the back, then waking at five in the morning, freezing cold and walk around with a flashlight in order to see what I can find– I am there!"
I realized through blogging that I was not the only crazy person who liked antiques, or I should say found beauty in old rusty, broken, frayed, peeling things… I saw that my taste was shared. I felt normal and that felt good!
(Lunch menu at the Marché aux Puces
Christmas Lunch celebrated in advance
16 of December 2005)
My brother Mathew thankfully didn't comment much back then. (As you may know he doesn't have a thing for the brocante.) But when he did, he started by leaving crazy messages to my brothe Marty who went by the code name: ORAMA (our name spelled backwards) though neither Mathew nor I figured that out. Which is odd considering how I see most things backwards. My brother Marty, left comments to Mathew and soon Francabolla (my cousin) got into their fun. It became, and sometimes still happens that they are having their own coded fun in the comment section.
I like that.
As the years passed I started to blog about cooking. Who knew that you would like the way I wrote a recipe and dared to try it. You made me feel that my weirdness was kinda cute. So I shared my recipes without exact measurements.
A new door opened up when, Susan from Art Espirt asked if I would send some photos to show at her art gallery. I also sent some French Bundles, a collection of old papers from the brocante.
I had no idea that blogging was going to open my world, and because of that…
"Why would I ever want to stop blogging?"
Carol from Paris Breakfasts came to visit back in 2007 and painted a few of my teacups, and stuffed me silly with chocolates.
(Photo of my little nieces and nephews making cookies.)
Susanna, a Canadian blog reader, introduced me to her friend, Pascale, a professional Chef who came to cook in my kitchen for a photo shot.
Of course we got to eat the food and do the dishes.
Jill, Beth, and a brocante tour led by them met me at a brocante for a drink. It was non stop talk.
Brocante Buddies (I have found through blogging about the brocante) what a find!
Two years ago, when my father was dieing, I felt the power of love so deeply from this blogging community that no words could possibly convey the depths of serentity you gave me. I owe you for your prayers and thoughts towards my family.
Thank you for reading my blog, for your thoughtfulness, your notes, your friendship, your invites, and visits. For sharing links, and sending gifts, and being the best blogging community ever. I am lucky to know you! My life is better because of it too.
Thank you (I wish I could list all of your names, and I would but I am certain I would forget someone and feel terrible about it…) So instead I will say THANK YOU in a big group hug!
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