After ten years the handmade cushions smell as fresh as the lavender fields that surround Provence. Francoise, an antique dealer in Isle sur la Sorgue made them using antique French toile de Jouy.
I have several of them: Textile Hoarder that I am.
This one has a little tear, no fault of its own. I am very careful with it so that the lavender does spill out. Of course I could sew it, though it humors me as the tear is exactly where the watering can (image) is watering.
Strange potato head that I am.
The other day when our friends Gary and Ching were staying in our apartment in Paris, Gary noted that I have a thing for images/paintings/textiles/papers… with faces on them.
I know that weird fact about me.
Guess how many "faces" are in Paris?
Over fifty.
And you do not want to know how many "faces" are in our home in Provence.
Too many.
Make me feel normal please.
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