Month: February 2017
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The Change that is Constant
Things change. Nothing remains the same. The wrinkles on my face show me that every time I look at myself in the mirror. Daily. An ironstone water pitcher, once a practical part of the bathroom or bedroom nightstand. Then…
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A Valentine Story
My Mother made a Valentine for my Father every Valentine's Day, and placed it on his dinner plate. Inside the Valentine my Mother composed a poem for my Father. Now you may think how sweet, how tender, how romantic,…
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A Dab of Color
Painting Paris. Painting France. The vivid colors of day to day life mixed in with the fantasy and history. The stuff of dreams: Golden baguette, blue shutter, red checked cloth, a dab of red wine, a splash of…
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Brocante and Lunch
Simple pleasures: Brocante in the morning, followed by lunch, catching up with brocante friends in the afternoon. Spent some time meeting contacts for the next French Muse, plus planning artist's and antique dealer's homes for us to visit, for…
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Pals and Pears
Friends came over for lunch today. Jean-Marc brought over wine from his vineyard, beautiful labor of love wine. Gina made the above. A pear baked in crust with gorgonzola, sauteed shallots and nuts. So pretty none of us wanted…