My Mother often said, "Use your pretty things, don’t hide them away for safe keeping! You know life is too short and one day when you’re dead, and your pretty things have collected enough dust to bury you, your children…

Worn, faded covers, tattered, spotted, aged, a page turner in their day! Eighteenth century paper-back books gathered, what do they say? Ah! On the pages of my life what is written? Do I like the story that is unfolding? Is…

The sun sends forth the last rays of light, as it pours through my kitchen window it spreads across the table,  I smile as I witness the simple beauty of the moment. The giving of light, letting go freely, and…

Very early this morning I stepped out to our village’s bi-annual *brocante fair. As soon as the *mistral slapped my face I knew it was going to be a game only for the fittest. With my scarf wrapped around my…

When two young people were to marry, one of the French traditions was to have an armoire crafted for their shared belongings. Marriage armoires, as they were called, had symbolic details to depict love and happiness; two doves, flowers, a…

Sometimes sitting on the couch has benefits; the medicine of sitting still with oneself. *18th century Swedish canape, reupholstered in rough linen. Cushions are a mixture of silk, linen, and antique fabric.