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Provence, France
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Guess who is the shortest? Mari (our friend from Texas) is in France filling a container of antiques for her shop. We met years ago through blogging, and since then we see each other often, especially since the Brocante Bug bit her. The other night we had a neighborhood paella party, our friend Philippe was the chef. D E L I C I O U S Because I am a goof ball I am pretending to point at something. Oh the joy of loving. xxx Continue reading
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We had it at our wedding too :)
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I thought so too! Like a well deserved hug.
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I think that is it!!
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Oh books are nearby! A whole case full.
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I wish I knew :(
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"Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love, it is a flower, And you its only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, Who cannot seem to give, And the soul afraid of dyin' That never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long, And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong, Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose." The rose is from our garden. The song: "The Rose" is a classic pop song written by Amanda McBroom and made famous by Bette Midler. One of my favorite songs especially when our roses bloom. Continue reading
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Never will I not tired of poppy fields! Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Bloom, bloom, bloom. Just be yourself your very best self and bloom and bloom and bloom. xxx Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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The house next door, that we bought and renovated last year has seen a steady stream of guests. It has been a pleasure meeting so many of you. I finally got around to taking some photos, but only of the downstairs. Rene did a fabulous job, making it new without taking its spirit away. For those of you who have been following my blog forever, you will notice pieces of furniture that use to be in our home that now reside in this home. The fainting chair in the background was given to me by friends years ago (Victor). I had Melaine's dad reupholster. One friend to another, a circle of friendship. Interconnected giving and receiving. Such happiness in this blogging community. The tiled floor looks like wood. They are textured so they appear to be true. I had the joints made smaller, and used a dark stained grout. Everything in the house was found at the brocantes. The ceiling. I love it. There use to be hideous foam board ceiling that I had removed. It never occurred to me that this beautiful ceiling was underneath it. What a pearl! Or as I say "Bingo"! The back wall that Rene calls, "The modern Monet", is layers and layers of old chalk paint that was covered with wallpaper. When Rene gently peeled it away this is what he found. We kept it. The kitchen counter and backsplash are tadelakt: "Tadelakt (tadla:kt) is a waterproof plaster surface used to make baths, sinks, water vessels, interior and exterior walls, ceilings, roofs, and even floors. It is made from lime plaster, which is rammed, polished, and treated with soap to make it waterproof and water-repellant." via wiki For the shelving I used old beat up scaffolding boards, of course I cleaned and dry waxed them before putting the ironstone on them. The top decorative piece is the only piece left from an 18th century armoire. I mixed a tad bit of paints together and dry waxed it too, it was dark brown before. The curtains my Belle-Mere made as I wanted to hide the fridge and cupboards. The door by the kitchen leads to a small terrace, and outside. The window looks into our garden. The bathroom is on the left side of the kitchen pass the fainting chair. Left to the table are the stairs that go up to the bedroom, it is... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Farm table, pot of flowers, fruit on a tablecloth, home calling, summertime approaching. The blue shutter swings up, the wisteria drapes along the sill, the neighbor across the way says, "Bonjour." Century old villages where the old patina tells a story reminding us of who we are now. Two people marry, set up a home, buy a table, some chairs, dishes, sheets and a bed. They paint the shutters, plant some flower, the cat sits in the window sill, the coffee scents the air. They love, they create their lives, hold on to what they cherish and dream of tomorrow. Old village, young heart. Reflecting a path to constant and true. Photo: A painting the appears to crumble in the next second, but does not. Love letter, where did I leave it, give it, drop it, long for it... Knock and enter in. Enter in to love. Heart shaped leaf with many veins leading out. Little things found at the brocante. Bits and pieces tattered, torn, broken... that someone kept for one reason or another. Maybe they thought they would repair them one day, maybe a sweet memory was attached to the object which kept it from the garbage. Maybe these little things gave inspiration, or then again maybe these things were put in a box and forgotten. Who knows why these old things were kept..... but I am glad that they were. Three bonbonne (in French) demijohn (in English) used for storing wine. Usually they have straw or burlap or some sort of protective casing around them. "I would lead you and bring you Into the house of my mother, who used to instruct me; I would give you spiced wine to drink from the juice of my pomegranates." French country home style. "The blue hour (from French l'heure bleue) is the period of twilight early in the dawn each morning and late in the dusk each evening when the sun is at a significant distance below the horizon and the residual, indirect sunlight takes on a predominantly blue hue." via wiki Oh so French those details of inspiration. Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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Floral textile borders unrolled at the brocante, setting the mood: Cheerful, gay, while poppies waved and the sun warmed our backs. May is such a lovely time in Provence. But then when isn't a good time in Provence? Some mark months by holidays, birthdays, anniversaries and so do I, but I also I include-- May for Poppies and Cherries, July for Lavender, August for late night dinners outside, September for children going back to school and the village filled with their chatter.... The markets are gearing for summer: Colorful linen clothes with long beaded necklaces, stand after stand at the markets, one after another. "Made in Italy" which is a brand name, fill the markets in Aix, St Remy, Lourmarin, St Maximum, Marseille... Did you know that my village was famous for clay tiles History (in French) of my town. Click here. Thank you for requesting to be on the emailing of: "Do you like this?" If you would like to be part of the, "sending photos from the brocante to you directly group" Please remember, when I send a photo I will be sending it out to several or more people at once. If you like something you must tell me, and I will send you a paypal invoice for it. When I receive payment I will then tag it as yours. It is a "first response gets it" type of buying. Also it helps me if you simply say, "Yes or No" to photos I send to you, then I can have an idea of what you like or do not like. Also, I will be away in June, so do not expect photos during that time, but by July... oh la la! A small painting sits on a chair. An updated version of the classic Provencal cigale. They sound the same every summer. Perfect harmony, and yet on a hot summer day it can be overwhelmingly like a hard metal concert. To see more, to catch the brocante bug, to see videos please follow me: The French Muse Facebook Corey Amaro Facebook and or on Instagram xxx Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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The provencal line-up encouraging my addiction, tempting me to see my home as a warehouse. These confit pots use to be seen often, stacks of them, though as time would have it they are becoming harder to find, newer ones... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Tongue in Cheek Antiques
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The provencal line-up encouraging my addiction, tempting me to see my home as a warehouse. These confit pots use to be seen often, stacks of them, though as time would have it they are becoming harder to find, newer ones are still around, but old beauties like these? Most common are yellow ones, then green, then white and last blue ones. Blue and white confit pots were often in upperclass homes. I found a white one, and well yeah it came home with me, though were to put it? There is a shop that is set up in an 1700s French country village-home that I adore. The home alone is one of my favorites, the old doors, hardware, kitchen that hasn't been altered, old tiles, beams... if it were for sale and not in the middle of nowhere I would want it. Alas. The shop has a mixture of old and new things. The new things are well chosen, blending well with the antique furniture that they have collected. There was a chandelier that was made with antique papers and imitation rosary beads. Clever! Lately, I haven't been putting much up in my shop as I have been sending photos directly to those of you who have been buying from me for years. As I usually have most of you in mind, it is easier to send a photo while at the fairs and say, "Do you like this?" If you would like to be part of the "sending photos from the brocante to you directly group" let me know. Of course since I am on French time, the photos are going to come before the crack of dawn your time. But if the Brocante Bug has bitten you does that matter? I bought this urn for a friend... that patine is glorious. This type of urn is called a pompadour... Oh you know Madame de Pompadour France, especially Provence, has eye candy galore. If you are an artist, painter, cook, author, poet, seamstress, dancer, lover, gardener, builder, collector, photographer... or someone who loves beauty. France will take your heart and soul, tie them up with inspiration, leaving you forever indebted to its call. All in a day. Just the way it should be. Beauty! Simply lovely and there for the admiring, inspiration and happiness. Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
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The door, the stone steps, the ivy covered house seemed to call out for a photo. Since, two seconds earlier I had bought an indigo apron for an Euro at the brocante, it seemed fitting. I suppose I could have tied the apron tighter. Several people at the brocante commented favourably on my apron. Conversations stemmed from that, and that was agreeable. Nobody asked me if I wanted to do the dishes. Though I found out it is a gardener's apron. Looking at these photos that Yann took I can see that the apron is not flattering, but if I was into flattering I would drop twenty pounds, use botox and wear a bikini. Bikini Botox Brocante would be the title of my blog, or short: BB's Brocante. Recently, I got new sunglasses. The salesperson suggested I go with smaller frames, in which I replied, "If only you had larger ones." He laughed, then went and found larger ones. Happy indigo garden brocante apron. Continue reading
Posted May 15, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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My mother in her kitchen last November. My mother is loved. Mom you are the center, the rock, the faith point, the cookie maker, the matriarch, who brings us together in the place called home. I love you. xxx I will be in Willows May 29th until June 29th, see you soon. XXX Continue reading
Posted May 14, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Oh May! When the garden comes alive, when the roses one by one bloom, full, lush and scent the air with perfume. This rose bush makes me so happy. Love's reflection. So heavy the roses that they bend their heads. Rose petals are love notes from the other side. Petal by petal. Word for word... Love. A pink Prince Charming. Lovely graceful beauty roses, Thank you for blooming year after year outside my kitchen window. xxx Continue reading
Posted May 13, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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How do I cook, since a few of you asked for the gnocchi recipe, well I wing it, that is how I cook. I open the fridge and figure it out as I go. If I do not have an ingredient I improvise. Imagine that the day before the French Muse I went to the grocery store that was said to be opened, and found that it was closed. And all the grocery stores I could think of were closed as well, as that day was a holiday. Even though when I checked on the internet the day before, they said they would be open. Panic set in at record speed. After going to several teeny tiny mom and pop shops between Lacoste and my town (an hour and a half a part in between) I found some of the things I needed and reinvented meals while walking around those shops. I guess you could say winging it is how I fly. “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein Gnocchi recipe: Gnocchi Peas Cream Shaved truffle Parmesan Salt. While at the Muse one of the guests asked me where I learned how to cook. I had to think about that... In the end I learned how to cook while at the monastery. There were forty or thirty or fifty of us in community, I don't remember exactly, each of us were assigned to a job within the monastery, I was assigned to the kitchen. When one has to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner, between the liturgy of the hours, one learns how to cook real fast. Of course others helped, and that is where a variety of recipes came to be. I loved every minute of working in the monastery's kitchen and do not have one recipe written down from it. “Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.” — William Arthur Ward Colorful. Spice. Garlic. Fresh. A splash of white wine or whisky to the pot. Taste. Texture. Local. Seasonal. What I learn from my mom about cooking: Serve it faithfully with love. Serve it plentiful and well prepared. Set the table with care and respect. Be thankful and do not waste. “You say grace before meals.... Continue reading
Posted May 12, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Grey was the sky drizzling the day long, it suited my mood. The day after any lovely time spent away from the normal routine is a bit of a let down, and more often than not it calls for a rest. The Muse ended and the skies were grey, fitting after saying goodbye to four lovely new friends. I imagine for them it is quite the same feeling, especially adding the surreal-ness of flying. Lizzie who was on the French Muse with us, sent this photo of Ruth and me. As you can see I have a pot on that beautiful table, next time I gotta remember to take a soup tureen. I made a mango curry coconut vegetable soup. French Husband went sailing today on a very ruffled sea, (photos on FB) while I stayed home admiring the calm, silent energy that a being home alone can allow. When French Husband sent me photos I was SO GLAD I wasn't on that sailboat! Eight hours of rock and roll, plus rain... Though the sea's wild dance reminded me of Westport which made me smile. The roses in our garden reminded me of cotton candy, they were a delightful surprise after being away these last nine days. Our other roses are out of reach to cut and bring inside, but these are at arm's length, yet I felt guilty cutting them. Later this evening French Husband came home exhausted, though happy, blindly ate dinner and went to bed. Happy is his soul. Sacha came home after working on a film in Bordeaux, I was thrilled to see him and hear his tales. Between sleepy French Husband and talkative Sacha, I managed a souvenir (a photo of gnocchi with truffles, cream and peas) which is a miracle in itself considering how fast they were devoured by those two guys of mine. Chelsea is enjoying her work with Danone in Bangladesh. Please go over to her blog and take a look. Chelsea posts weekly and the photos are vastly different than our daily life. Bengali Notes The ex-owners of the fisherman's house gave us this photo of their family standing in front of our place. There was a tree? Their grandparents had a grocery store where Chez Gilbert's restaurant is now. Where they are standing is now a covered terrace for dining. The landscape where we live. xxx Continue reading
Posted May 11, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
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Merci Tina! I adore your comments in French!
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The French Muse Experience is a mixture of many things, which we encourage will open doors to a full immersion of beauty and inspiration. This past week has been no exception. We visit everything from flea markets, private homes, artists and drives through out the countryside. The photos were taken of Ruth's studio. Cotton candy treats which translates: Brocantes Provencal towns Open markets long conversations, good laughs, Hills, valleys, twisty roads, poppies, baguettes, cheese... Homemade desserts in French homes, Aioli and tarte tatin, Wrapping boxes of antique finds late into the night... If you are reading this Linda, I found the address stuffed into a piece of pottery. Whew. After a week A French Musette! Thank you Linda, Kim, Lizzie and Dixie. xxx Continue reading
Posted May 9, 2017 at Tongue in Cheek
Hi TNT Yes all of them, except a few that were bought. :)
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Hi G Yes of course I can. Let me know what I can do for you. C
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Pézenas has wonderful shops, as well as fairs. Lucky you!
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