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In France Christmas begins on Christmas Eve and continues twelve days until Epiphany. The moment before Christmas is called Advent which is a time to prepare the way for the feast of Christmas. But we all know that. Growing up my Mom took Christmas down on the 26th. Christmas was a done deal. Packed up and stored in the closet until next year. Lucky for me I was not considered "late" (in France) to put up our Christmas tree this weekend. It is a production to put up a Christmas tree, isn't it? First one must find the Christmas boxes that are stashed in the storage. Secondly, since our Christmas tree stands in a spot that usually occupies a large piece of furniture, the entire house had to be moved around so that it had its spot. The part that I enjoy is putting on the lights (NOT) and the ornaments (TRUE) which is lucky for me because in our home the tradition is: That nobody wants to help... yet everyone wants Christmas they just don't want to help put it up. Well, this weekend after I put the Christmas tree up with its million little vintage ornaments I stepped back singing "Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree how lovely are your branches...." when POW (!!!) the Christmas tree fell over. Smashing mercury glass ornaments everywhere. My heart sank. I was sad to sweep the broken ornaments into the bin. Slowly, I remounted the Christmas tree and reconstructed the decor. Adding a bow here, a star there and feeling a tinge of sadness that some of my favorite ornaments had been smashed to smithereens. Finally, it was dolled up and looking festive again. I was relieved. I stepped back and...guess what... yes believe it... it fell a second time! I swore like a crazy elf! A million big juicy swear words sorted out of my bouche (mouth) and it felt good. I called the Christmas tree an exceptionally juicy bad word. One that I do not want to write but I said it fervently a few times over. You know sometimes it helps to blow up, to spew bad words and let your face get contorted. It helps to let frustrations out is a safe way. I guess the Christmas tree's falling over allowed me an avenue to blow off steam. I left the "F-ing" Christmas tree on the floor.... Continue reading
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Gina has a way with food. A magic touch. She simply goes into the kitchen grabs some fresh vegetables chops, stirs and voila a meal. The artichoke: First cut off the outer leaves and chop the pointy tops off, steam them until tender, then melted butter, chopped garlic and fresh herbs, a dash of salt and it tasted like nothing I had ever had before, and I have had plenty of artichokes with garlic and butter. But I can say that about every vegetable Gina prepares... it is as if she waves a spoon like a magic wand creating the simplest dishes into masterpieces. If we both cook a carrot using the same ingredients mine will taste like a carrot and Gina's will taste like a five-star restaurant. Continue reading
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We went to Sanremo to the market, but when we arrived it had been canceled as they expected bad weather. The sky was blue, the day perfect in every way and the market was nevertheless canceled as it was decided the day before. Luckily for us, Sanremo is not that far away and the idea to enjoy the day still was on the agenda regardless of the market. Usually, the market in Sanremo is every Tuesday a Saturday mornings until noonish. The oldest street in Sanremo is in the old center, the winding streets go up and up. There were many houses on the street for sale. Some of the most interesting old doors. I wanted to buy the doors. But that wasn't going to happen. The colorful facades never disappoint. Many of the shopkeepers spoke French, so I was grateful for as my Italian consist of food words and words that sound like French ones. As Sacha said last Christmas when we were in Sicily, "I speak food word Italian." Even though the Italian border is two hours away and some, it feels like an entirely new world once over the border. A mini vacation, I love being in Italy. When in Italy espressos or hot chocolates are part of the experience, part of being part of Italy. It feels like if you can stand up at the bar order an espresso, say "Ciao" a few times, and walk arm in arm with someone then Italy gets into the blood and soaks the heart. Unfortunately, as I cannot have caffeine because it brings on a migraine I had to skip the espresso and hot chocolate part. So I had a savory tart-like thing for breakfast that had rice and vegetables tucked into a fine pastry: one Italian food word I do not know. I guess I have to go back. Our friend Gina, who often comes and stays in the House Next Door, went with us to Sanremo as she is Italian I thought maybe she might have a few Italian words in her, mais non she knew a few more words other than food words. It is a good thing we like to eat. We wanted to have lunch in small family owned place that looked like old Italy, we found one: I Mulattieri, Via Palma, 11 It was all of the above, old fashion, red-checked tablecloths, inexpensive... Continue reading
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There isn't any mercury. Just wire and lace;
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Thank you Kathie. Maybe we both did.
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Yesterday we went to San Remo in Italy for the day (it is two hours and some minutes away) our friend Gina went with us and snapped this photo. I will show some photos tomorrow of our day. Continue reading
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Last year I bought these beautiful Christmas decorations, thin wire balls covered in antique lace with old French script writing. Delicate and divine. I put them in a bowl with handfuls of tiny mercury balls. Triumphant glee, may it be in the smallest day to day moments. Continue reading
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The French Nativity called the "Creche" in France is made up of hand-painted clay figures that depict the characters of everyday village life of the eighteen century. The baker, the fisherman, the grocer, the priest, the shepherd, the fishmonger, the weaver, the gatherer of wood for the fire... The figures in clay are called Santons, or little saints in English. The Nativity set in France goes beyond the three kings, drummer boy shepherd, and the holy family it includes the entire village. The santons I like to find at the brocantes are the ones that are loved worn. This set, incomplete yet adorable is one of the sweetest I have ever found. Continue reading
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It has come to my attention that if you receive my blog by email or look at it with your cell phone, as most of us do these days, then the sidebar of my blog might not show up. Some of you have asked about certain links that I have such as my online shop, the apartment in Paris, The French Muse... So since that is the case I will be posting some of my links every now and then on a blog post, or at the end of a blog post. The French Muse Experience (Unique small journeys in Provence regarding everything beautiful with a focus on faded grandeur. Each Muse is one of a kind personally planned according to the desires of each group. For more information check our website. ) Our Apartment in Paris (We rent it out a few weeks in a year. If you or someone you know is going to Paris please check out our apartment.) Instagram (Where I show photos throughout the day, usually on my Instagram stories) My Online Shop (I tend to send photos through email, so you might want to send me your email.) The Tiny House My friend's lovely house in a very large garden. Perfect place for one or two people. In a walled garden, ideal for an artist or writer. The Tiny House is in my village, not far from my house. It rents by the week or for the month. Our House Next Door Literally next door. If you are in Provence and are looking for a place to stay let me know. xoxo Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
It has come to my attention that if you receive my blog by email or look at it with your cell phone, as most of us do these days, then the sidebar of my blog might not show up. Some of you have asked about certain links that I have such as my online shop, the apartment in Paris, The French Muse... So since that is the case I will be posting some of my links every now and then on a blog post, or at the end of a blog post. The French Muse Experience (Unique small journeys in Provence regarding everything beautiful with a focus on faded grandeur. Each Muse is one of a kind personally planned according to the desires of each group. For more information check our website. ) Our Apartment in Paris (We rent it out a few weeks in a year. If you or someone you know is going to Paris please check out our apartment.) Instagram (Where I show photos throughout the day, usually on my Instagram stories) My Online Shop (I tend to send photos through email, so you might want to send me your email.) The Tiny House My friend's lovely house in a very large garden. Perfect place for one or two people. In a walled garden, ideal for an artist or writer. The Tiny House is in my village, not far from my house. It rents by the week or for the month. Our House Next Door Literally next door. If you are in Provence and are looking for a place to stay let me know. xoxo Continue reading
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Oh, beautiful flower, all that it has taken to bring you here for me to enjoy: Seed, dirt, sunshine, toil, water, pruning, roots... Thank you. Continue reading
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The colors of Provence are celebrated in the seasons, and this year they were celebrated fully: A beautiful spring, record heat, a glorious fall where the vineyard's leaves were vibrant golden and crimson, and snow in December! Photo was taken at Saint Maximum: In front a sweet little shop the one with the blue facade, a must try restaurant "A Table in Provence" on the left of the shop and behind me the Basilica. This was the view yesterday, Saint Victoire in the background. It is where Chelsea and Martin will celebrate their wedding this coming July. Chateau de Roquefeuille. Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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A backroad near our home. The lingering snow has given an entirely different look to Provence. Seeing it gave me a sense of peace, the sunlight streaming through the golden leaves, the outlined snowbanks on the sides of the road, the dark trees' silhouettes added a canopy of protection. Standing there soaking up the energy I thought how I need to be more of a road of peace, how our words and actions have an effect on others so I must take my part in nourishing that which is good, peaceful, in the ways of gratitude, and courage to speak up and live life lovingly. We have power in who we are, we are part of a universal consciousness a part that can lead towards encouraging positive change or not. I prayed let me be like the snowbanks that protect the traveler from going off the path, though not keeping them on the straight and narrow but showing the curves and ditch banks, highlighting what could be dangerous or difficult to climb. Let me be the light streaming through the golden leaves a light that penetrates into the covered dark areas. A light that encourages shadows to dance instead of creating fear. Let my words, thoughts, and actions bring an energy that encourages others to live life lovingly as well. This is my advent prayer. "...a voice of one calling in the wilderness, prepare the way of the Lord..." Continue reading
Posted Dec 7, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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The Christmas lights in our village float across the main street, along with the facade of the church, and around the baker's window. The season of expectation is upon us. Or at least that is how I like to think of it. I remember the feeling I had as a child: Aching anticipation, an undeniable feeling in the air, longing, hoping that the biggest present under the tree was for me. Christmas songs, the stockings, the lights flickering at night, the smell of the pine tree, and my mom making popcorn balls. Years ago at a brocante, I found a Christmas music box. It was round, had some pine trees, deer, and a little boy in a green jacket. It enchanted me. Though it was more than I wanted to spend. I walked around and around, and yet constantly found myself in front of the stand that had the music box. I ended up buying it, I've never regretted it. And the Christmas songs. Nothing sounded as wonderful as hearing Christmas carols in English until Chelsea and Sacha started singing Christmas songs in French... Oh, my. Petit Papa Noel! Have you heard this take on the Drummer Boy? If you haven't please do. One year while I was putting up our Christmas tree, Sacha who was seven or eight at the time, made a comment that our red and green decorated Christmas tree didn't really go with our house. He was right. Our home was more neutral light colors. I had always thought that Christmas had to be red and green, my childhood memory held it to be true. Though the next year and the years to follow Sacha's comment allowed me to decorate Christmas differently: Christmas wasn't restricted to red and green. Continue reading
Posted Dec 6, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
A few of you have asked me to answer 25 things about Christmas. I thought I might as well put it on my blog. If you want you can answer them too in the comment section. Copy and paste, the 25 questions or a few of them, erase my responses and answer your own. 1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both, with ribbons that I keep year after year. 2. Real tree or artificial? Fake. 3. When do you put up the tree? Around the 15th of December. 4. When do you take the tree down? Twelve or so days after Christmas…a day or two after Epiphany. 5. Do you like eggnog? Love it and miss it as I cannot find it in France. I have made it , but actually, I do not miss the calories. 6. Favorite gift received as a child? A Mickey Mouse watch 7. Hardest person to buy for? Someone I do not know. 8. Easiest person to buy for? My daughter, her list helps. 9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, it is called a creche in French and the nativity is an entire village of « Little Saints » called Santons. 10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Neither. How bad is that! 11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I know I should be grateful for every gift received. I know it is the thought that counts…. But when the thought is « Paper Napkins » and everyone else received a gift certificate of a hearty sum of money…well…. I did not appreciate the thought, nor the gift. 12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Prancer, and A Wonderful Life 13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? December 15th or so. I like the rush. 14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yes, isn’t Brocante recycling at its finest? 15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Champagne and Jean’s Christmas Pudding. 16. Lights on the tree? Yes. White sparkling ones. 17. Favorite Christmas song? Raffi’s Christmas Songs they remind me of when Chelsea and Sacha were little, also "Oh come oh come, Emmanuel" 18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Most often than not we stay at home. But I wish we could go Home to the States every year. 19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Rudolph the red nose one, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen… thanks to... Continue reading
Posted Dec 5, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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The brocante was freezing cold, and worth it. It seems every old fur coat available sold. I even considered buying one... What the vegetarian would think to wear fur? The thought crossed my mind. As soon as I came home I took the hottest bath ever, and it was glorious. Continue reading
Posted Dec 3, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Snow it did. I woke up to a winter wonderland with a hush that comes as gentle as a lullaby, a blanket of white that matched the sky. At first I thought "No brocante" and went back to bed. But soon after I saw on the internet that there wasn't snow over yonder by the brocante. That news made it easy to get up and get going. I went to my closet to find warm clothes, and instead layered four sweaters and leggings pants and socks... warm was a need be. Going was easy, hopefully the return trip will be the same. My niece Marie snapped after I sent her a photo of the snowfall, she said, "I like to be outside in the snow for about ten minutes, and then I love being inside watching it snow." Wet, cold, snow, slippery mess... inside please. When we arrived at the brocante it was as true as the news listed, no snow to be found! A brocante in its place. Happy me. But it was FREEZING! Continue reading
Posted Dec 3, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Notes from the day: Snow fell around Provence in the towns behind us and in front of us, the weather report says snow is coming but so far our village has not seen a snowflake. My fingers are crossed that it doesn't snow tomorrow because there is a massive brocante that I love to go attend. Though considering how cold it is outside I will wear enough layers that I could be considered a snowman. My friend had some antiques for sale at her home today. This little painting was there. I did not buy it but admired the fallen petals on the table. I posted some of the things she had on my instagram story. The church around the corner. It was extra pink today. Thank you for your thoughtful anniversary wishes and comments regarding my blog's twelve years. I appreciate each and every comment! It is a bit staggering to think this blog has been going on for this long. Thank you for enjoying it. A child's market bag filled with heather it is part of the shop's Christmas decoration. The other day my friend Gina took me to Bistrot du Paradou in St Remy. The owners were so thoughtful as they made me a vegetarian cassoulet. It was delicious! So of course as soon as I got home I attempted to make a vegetarian cassoulet too. It was good, but not perfect once I have it to my liken I will share it. Nevertheless, there wasn't a single bite leftover so it was good enough. But the bar that the Bistrot du Paradou held is high. If ever you are in St Remy Bistrot du Paradou is a must. It is truly authentic, every bit of it the place, food, and service. xxx Continue reading
Posted Dec 2, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Eventually, the shadows speak, very little remains dark forever. Light brings healing and defines the truth. Continue reading
Posted Dec 1, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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In the beginning (twenty years ago) when I became an antique dealer, or as I like to say when the "brocante bug bite me", I went at it alone. It started when our garage was full, I decided to sell my wares at the flea market in Marseille. So four in the morning, with barely ten French words in my mouth I set up my stand. I sold out by seven a.m.. Which meant I was free to go around and buy more to sell, which I did. The brocante bug bit. When someone wants to buy, and another someone wants to sell, the language is not complicated, business always works. I was hooked. Our garage is never empty. ... Flash forward: Years later while wallpapering at midnight (Do I ever do things at the normal time of day?) the cute wooden antique ladder I was standing on broke and I fell shattering my wrist. French Husband seeing that I was miserable, not because I had shattered my wrist but because I could not drive to the brocante started to drive me to the brocantes. As I could not manage to pay for the antiques I was buying with one hand, he took my purse and managed that too. AND because I could barely carry things with one hand, he started to collect, carry and pack the car. Six years later he still is my Hero Sherpa (Super) Power. A silver lining can be found in almost anything. Twelve years ago yesterday I started my blog and the brocante has been part of it all along the way. Thank you for being the best part of why I blog. Continue reading
Posted Nov 30, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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The look that an antique dealer gets when she sees an antique she wants in another antique dealer's hand: Calm Steady Wishful thinking that the other person will put the desired antique down so she can grab it. Kind of like a game of cat and mouse. Continue reading
Posted Nov 29, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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I did part of the time. I missed seeing you xx
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