French brocante finds… sorry Mat.
Found a pair of sconces, my Belle Mere rewired them.
Rubbing my hands happily, I saw a whole new world opening up… I went through a few of brocante boxes finding other light fixtures that needed her touch.
Let there be light is my new motto.
Later in the day I found this small portrait, buried between some linens and books.
I licked it up, and swallowed it whole.
I don't know how to say that in French without it sounding rude.
A 1700s carved piece on wood.
I have no idea what it was used for, or what I will do with it.
Mat quit shaking your head.
Love has its reasons.
A pair of long painted grey candle sticks,
Two round wooden frames, with hints of grey and gold.
A long monastic hand carved wooden rosary.
My Belle Mere is into this Paris apartment renovation, I think she will stay with us for a few more weeks. She came downstairs this morning, kissed me, like they do in France, and before her cheek touched mine she as saying, "Oh my, last night my dreams were all about the apartment. I could see everything in place. It was wonderful!"
I put my arm around her, "Oh no! Little do you know how many more brocante boxes I have been keeping aside for this very day."
Her eyes widen, "Come on, let's open them!"
She has the bug badly, maybe worse than me.
Deep inside another box, some silk prints that my friend Lisa gave me years ago. My Belle Mere was all over them, calculating the pieces for pillows.
Later in the day I heard her talking to her daugher, "… I don't know when I am coming home…"
I am loving every minute of this project, and especially my Belle Mere.
I would have never guessed twenty years ago that our relationship would be this fun today.
How is it with your Mother in Law?
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