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Tongue in Cheek
Provence, France
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Finding anything that is older than anyone I know is something to behold, especially when it is something as ordinary and fragile as paper. While visiting antique dealers we stumbled upon a roll fifteen foot long hand painted wall paper. Of course my tastebuds desired it but a 2000 Euros price tag prevented it. The muse is going fine and the group is divine! Bonjour The weather is unbelievable summer. It is scary to feel this comfortable in the middle october. Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
Aren’t they lovely! If I could paint or draw like that I would feel very pleased.
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I agree with you Jackie, and thank you for your steadfast encouragement. We will have to take classes together. Though, I am a terrible students and not to sure that I have the DNA as you think I do xxx
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Hi Deidre, my friends are not connected to the internet. But I hope to post more about their art. When you come to France join us on a painting French Muse. We can visit different artist and set up plein air experiences. My friends would love to share their worldxx
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The French Muse starts another adventure tomorrow. Everything is ready and waiting. I will be posting photos in the go, so please check in to my Instagram stories and French Muse Facebook to see more photos of our experience. Two dear friends stayed last week in our house next door. My days were so jammed pack I barely saw them. Which was frustrating, though we did have some lovely moments together and shared a meal or two. Charland and Barbara came on a French Muse awhile ago and we have remain friends. That is the true gift of the French Muse is the relationships established. I trust our paths will cross again. Chelsea and Martín came home for the weekend. They had some rendez-vous to see venues for their wedding this summer. I think they might have found a place about thirty minutes from our home. They wanted the reception to be in an old place, but their wedding size made that a bit difficult. The place they found is in the middle of a vineyard with a spectacular panoramic view of St Victoire and Saint Baume. Thank you for the birthday messages, and your comments, I appreciate every single one of them and moreso you for being part of my blog. Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Awhile ago at my favorite place and pastime (all time) in the world, need I say more at the brocante I met an artist and his wife. At the end of the brocante we talked and talked and exchanged numbers. A few months later I went to visit them. Over time we have visited each other several times and have become friends. Their home is my dreamboat. Lovely all around. Here is a glimpse into their world. At the end of the day, they invited me to come to their art class/group. I told them I have never painted nor drawn in my life. French Husband was jumping up and down like a crazy puppy, "Oh yes Corey is an artist, I think she would be an excellent painter?" Said the man who questions me one hundred times with, "Are you sure about the paint color?" before I paint anything in the house. I looked at him as if had lost his mind or was trying to score points. Nope, he was hyper-excited about me painting. Then I reminded him that our friends and hence the class is about an hour and a half away. I was flattered. Who knows. But I think I would rather buy their paintings instead. XXX Do you paint? Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Our Canadian friends Denise (aks Panty Lady, W.R. and Good Cook) and Vlad have a summer home in Cotignac. We shared the day together in Cassis before they return home. The little cheese are called "bouchons" or corks. Fresh Pea Soup Take the peas out of their pod (or frozen), Line them in a row and admire their cute factor. Measure more four cups worth (kissing each one is optional.) In a pan of boil water flavored with a cube of vegetable bouillon (I like to make mine and freeze them) add the four cups of fresh peas, plus a yellow onion cut in fourths. Make sure the water barely covers the peas and onion. Bring to a boil, then simmer until the onion is soft (ten minutes or so). Take off the burner, add one cup of cream and blend smooth. Put the blended soup in the frig until chilled. Serve with a mint leaf topper. (Add salt to taste) I usually serve this chilled, but instead I served it warm with a Coconut Chili Pepper vegetables, with rice and sauteed scallops. Vegetables (Baby zucchini, carrots, green onions, parsley, garlic, mushrooms all finely chopped.) Stir in gently coconut cream let it set. Then stir in the cooked rice, and sauteed scallops. Desserts were made from the local bakery: La Tarte Tropezienne Bon voyage Denise and Vlad, we will miss you xoxo Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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My mom reads my blog so with that in mind: Hi Mom! Happy Birthday! The photo above is my Mom with her brothers and sisters and her Mother, they are shucking corn. I love you and wish you a wonderful day and many more birthdays to come. XOXOXO Please add a Birthday Greeting in the comments for my Mom! Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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We have a choice in everything we do. To bloom where we are planted or not. To strive to be our best, (even when it is the last thing we want to do) or be a stick in the mud. Life continues to continue, love creates a circle Open arms, wide enough to encompass buds, blossoms, stems, roots, seed, soil, and thor Continue reading
Posted Oct 11, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Such frightening news about the fires in California! Thinking of Barbara, Mary, George, Lizzie, Carole, Ulla, Susie’s son, Jane, and so many more! Continue reading
Posted Oct 9, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Late last night I took a bad photo of this delicious soup that I made. Those of who know French Husband know that he eats anything, always cleans his plate, never complains, inhales his food at a nerve-wracking rate and if you ask him what he ate or what it taste like he usually says, "Delicious and banana." In fact, he says everything tastes like banana, of course, he says that in jest, but it simply means he inhaled it and did not taste it. I am happy he never complains, loves to eat and is easy to cook for. Last night's soup was no exception to his usual behavior. An error of mine is that I cook without a plan or a recipe. French Husband sweetly chides, "Oh please tell me you know how to make this again?" In which case I then try to make it three or four times in a row just to remember it. Last night's soup started with... A fresh head of broccoli Several green onions, green and all Three carrots I had a baby size zucchini and a hand full of lamb's lettuce (Annie would say, "When you are making soup at some lettuce.") so they joined their friends Celery salt A clove of garlic A bunch of parsley No broth, though water barely covering, bring to a boil and then simmered until tender. Before emulsifying add a spoonful of almond butter, cardamon and cardamon, Followed by a fourth of a cup of coconut milk. Serve hot. Oh so yum. Continue reading
Posted Oct 7, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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The two of them, they live and work in Paris, sent me a Selfie. Sweet happiness. Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Photo via Out of This Century "During the 1870s to 1890s, there were gadgets called skirt lifters also known as dress holders. These devices were hooked onto the skirt waistband or chatelaine (a belt hook from which dangled by chains many useful items such as scissors or thimbles). The end of the chain had a tong-like device used to grip the bottom edge of the skirt. I’ve read conflicting accounts as to whether it was used in the front to lift the skirt out of the way when climbing stairs or mounting a wheel or horse, or if it was used towards the back of the skirt for picking up the long fashionable trains, thus keeping them dirt free on outdoor walks." Text via Out of this Century The winner (who wrote the correct answer first) Elsie. Creative Winners: Laura, “Candle extinguisher". Diogenes, "Roach Clip" lol you had to say it! Barbara, “A nipper to redden cheeks before rouge was OK for Une Bonne fille. ” Please email your addresses and I will send you a little surprise xxx coreyamaro@aol.com Thank you for your guesses! xxx Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Every now and then I come across an antique at the brocante that I do not know what it is. Do you know what it is, what it was used for? If so write it in the comment section, or if you do not know what it was used for, make up a response in the comment section. The first one to guess correctly will receive a gift as well as the most creative response. Happy Guessing xxx Continue reading
Posted Oct 4, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Follow this link to listen to this song or click below Continue reading
Posted Oct 3, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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May healing and love reside, may evil rot away and be no more. May peace find a place to grow deep roots and generous blooms, and may goodness lead and follow us every moment of the day. Continue reading
Posted Oct 2, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Three floors high she stood on her balcony, Flowers carefully attached to the rail, Apron tied at her waist, Lunch about to be served on a Sunday afternoon, The brocante was down below. The woman standing there made my day reminding me of that which is good: Family, food, home, longing, and anticipation while knowing that goodness is around the corner. Continue reading
Posted Oct 1, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Last night around midnight I realized I hadn't had anything to eat that day, well I mean I had nibbled throughout the day as I was preparing for a picnic for Picnics in Provence, but I hadn't really had a meal, I was hungry. Barefoot with a fork in hand, I stood in front of the fridge as I twirled some pasta around my fork, tears rolled down my cheek. There I was Barefoot with a fork in hand, I stood in front of the fridge as I twirled some pasta around my fork, tears rolled down my cheek. A bowl of pasta, leftovers, there was never leftovers when Sacha was home, especially when it came to pasta. Funny how a bowl of pasta at midnight could make me miss my son. "A la bonne franquette", which is a French expression that implies a simple gathering without fanfare. I set up our dining room table outside as it is bigger than our garden table. Such a lovely gathering to meet Nikki and her friends from Australia. A leisurely lunch, a tour around my new studio and goodbyes with promises to meet again. As the world turns a million hellos and goodbyes are said, Happy and sad tears shed, With the desire that a new day will be around the bend. xxx Continue reading
Posted Sep 30, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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There are many faces at the French brocante, more men than women and mostly older people than younger. I recognize many of the brocante dealers at the fairs, kind of hard not to considering they have been doing this for as long or longer than I have. Chic and casual. Looking for a deal or to make a deal. At the brocante there is something for everyone. The trick is knowing who collects what and then racing to their stand to see if they have what you are collecting. My problem or dilemma is that I love everything. Yep. Look at this little sweetie pie at the brocante! A statuette of a child holding a heart. Way too sweet. Each beautiful as they are. Painted, molded, fashioned, photographed, sewn, carved... The 1700s to present day, Varied themes yet depicting a moment in time we can relate to. Reflections of past renewed by our enjoying what we see. Brocanteurs collect stories. Share stories, and in doing so history lives. This doll head belongs to my friend and partner in the French Muse, Ruth. It is in her work studio. Isn't she enchanting nestled with pretty ribbons, bits, and bobs? So much so I never noticed her scratched nose until now. The medal on her necklace... If it were a photo someone might have corrected it before taking the picture. To think it was painted this way on purpose. Those details make us take note, question, smile, then nod... A printed photograph on a fine cotton tissue. A child with a ball. One of the faces at the brocante. Continue reading
Posted Sep 29, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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After all these years of going to the brocante, I love when I learn something new, especially when I have wondered about a certain thing for such a long time. Over the years the brocante has taught me about the French culture, history, lifestyle and the purpose of certain things. The stories of objects being it two hundred years old or a thing from yesterday can connect one person to another, one can hear the story of yesterday and feel it in the present moment. The other day at the brocante I met an antique dealer who sells mostly linens. I asked her why it is that the hems in linen pieces are sewn right side up when in the States they are often right side down? Well, back in the 1800s and early 1900s monogrammed linens and such were made for a bride's trousseau. When the hem was turned right side up it was a wish for happiness and good luck. So imagine that all those linens I have seen over the years with the hem sewn this way were for a newly married couple's happiness, and not just an entire generation of seamstress errors. Of course, I went home and checked every linen I own to see if they were just linens or happiness ever after linens. Handmade wedding crown from the turn of the century. Waxed stephanotis and orange blossoms. I guess as Chelsea and Martin plan their wedding I am seeing wedding everywhere. 250,000 plus couples marry each year in France. And over the years a collection of household items were created just for the occasion. Silverware, linens, furniture, marriage trunks, mirrors, marriage certificates, clothing, invitations, menus... Those things can be found at the brocante as families change, move on, pass on, let go... Many a blanket, bed linens are now being dyed. White was a symbol of purity. A new chapter, fresh and clean. But now color "sells" better. Antique linens have turned a page, renewed itself, dying is the rage, white is going fast into the vats of color. The bride claims color, why wear white? Colorful bouquets replaced white years ago. Bloom, express and become- happiness is in the making. May happiness be yours today. xxx Continue reading
Posted Sep 28, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek