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Cinderella’s Pumpkin
My Mother called me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because I was the oldest child followed by…
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French Brocante Bug Bites
1685 French parchment document with a royal seal. I couldn't pass that up. On the right hand side of my blog, up on top there is a little badge that…
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1734 Map of Paris, Found in an old Bookshop
In a Parisian bookstore that claims to have over a mile of book shelves, I found a few maps of Paris, thanks to my friend Lorna. When I carried them…
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Saturday Art Saves: The Writer, Jaquet Droz
Every Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry…
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Jewelry Making: The Art of the Shiny Thing
Finding old art at the brocante is as easy as finding plates, linens, or anything Louis Phillipe. But finding an art portfolio of jewelry is another thing all together. The…
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The Journey
Holding my arm tightly we walked ten paces on the path she use to walk two hundred paces or more. Slowly. With great effort. The last days of summer call…
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Don’t You Dare
So there I was in my normally happy mood at the brocante shop when I saw (in my opinion) this lovely big fluffy comfortable banquette (bench with a cushion).…
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