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Oh, look at all those beautiful zinnias! But wait, what do you mean they are actually pine cones?? Yes yes, it's true. These are pine cones pretending to be zinnias. Pine cone bottoms that is! You see, these came about... Continue »
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Nöel est une fête occidentale mais les bouddhistes savent bien la célébrer et les décorations sont fabuleuses Continue »
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soft dusky blue and fire thank you all for your sparks of firy encouragement... Continue »
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Perhaps we start a Mannequin Lovers Support Group? Mademoiselle and P. Poisson will not be for sale in July, so do not make plans to hop a ship to the Island just yet. July will be the annual sale of documents, maps, antique books, keys, apothecary bottles, small enamel numbers, jewelry, collage pieces, and other sundries. This takes place at a local art event that attracts 35,000 visitors each year. But soon I will travel to France, with my miles-long wish list. There is no guarantee that I will find mannequins, just as there is no guarantee that I will... Continue »
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L'orage se prépare ...storm is almost there la pluie est là ... here comes the rain après la pluie / after the rain Continue »
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My addiction to painting flowers is being fueled in major ways. The heat just appeared yesterday like fireworks. Warmth shooting through trees, as leaves unfurled madly. Flowers popped up like magic. As delicate ruffled frosting roses sat in shock. So... Continue »
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In between the tedious and the time-consuming, I am planning my time in France. There will be friends. There will be saucisson de sanglier. There will be old stones, dust, and sunshine. And there will be brocantes. My list is long, an evolving catalogue of memories and heartstrings. But I have room in my pocket for your list, too. What should I bring home for you, if I should be so lucky as to find it? What would warm your own heart? I will continue to sell brocante items through Etsy, but will send out a few gift parcels as... Continue »
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When in doubt, choose Paris. xoxo Continue »
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As we drove the back roads our internal clock slowed to a pace where reflection has time to gaze, breath and simply be still. It wasn't our first time driving across France, but it was the first time we went with the intention of taking it slow. Our mode of transport is usually the train (TGV), being that the destination is the goal and we stay in one place. Whereas this time, even though we had meetings in Paris and Rennes, we planned to make the journey there and back a holiday. Fence lined fields at twilight. Golden hues warmed the grey skies. Wildflowers soften the edges of the paved roads. And as it is when one can stop and be in the moment, even forgetting that one is stopping and being in the moment, a new rhythm gave way to our steps... call it grace, call it peace, call it a pipeline to an inner voice. We teased about the possibility of being stuck in the mud, as we drove on dirt paths through fields, chasing windmills, like children on a treasure hunt. The play of light, as it filtered through the new Spring leaves, cheered us on. An old wind mill, a gem, on a century old French farm, that we would have never seen if we hadn't taken the dirt road. Surprised us. A movie set that gave way to our imagination. The miles blended into one another, yet each new landscape lulled, seduced me to a place where I felt I could run far, far, and further, without having to look back or worry that I might get lost. The dark sky, the bar wire fence, nor the toiled land, threatened. Instead an air of mystery echoed. Nature's force. Moving forward. The clouds hung low, yet there was a gap between the earth and sky... in the in between space I added my prayer: Amongst whatever may be, may we have a safe place to be ourselves and grow. A pilgrim walked the way to Santiago de Compostela. " " "The pilgrimage to Santiago is a journey like nothing else you've ever done. On this journey, every day has the potential of presenting something completely new. In order to be receptive to this experience, the attitude of the pilgrim has to be free, spontaneous, unstructured. The pilgrimage is not free of contradictions, however, and one of... Continue »
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A darling friend stopped by this weekend. In amongst the artwork and copious quantities of home baking, she helped sort out the studio. Filed here. Organized there. Made little arrangements and vignettes. Things have been shuffling into place. It's once again a serene space. Comfortable. Quiet. And happy. Merci, dear friend. xoxo Continue »
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Some Brocante pendants on Etsy today. Enjoy! xoxo Continue »
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sixteen inches of snow I am snow shoeing, laying down trails, cross country skiing watching movies, this one tonight and drawing with my guys... wishing you winter bliss, xox - eb. Continue »
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Yesterday morning when I turned on the Christmas tree lights, the lights on top no longer worked. My first thought was, "Oh darn it! I don't want to take everything off to put new lights on..." as soon as I thought it I felt a wave come over me, a silence, a knowing that the lights were not important. The thought of the children, the beautiful little innocent ones who died, those who were protected but heard and saw, the teachers who did not have time to react, and those who reacted with utter awareness to shield the children in their care. The families, the brothers and sisters, all of us who felt the horrific sadness of a young man's tormented actions... I thought of the little ones who were locked safely in the bathroom, with their heroic teacher who said, "...We just want Christmas..." The broken Christmas tree lights took on a symbolic meaning. The lights that remain will be my prayer, Peace, healing, and courage in memory of those who died. And for those who suffer the lost of love, peace of mind and courage to continue. Why do I, like many others, read the stories, follow this terror, try to understand something that is unbearable ugly? I think it is because I want to crack open this unacceptable darkness, find a way to resolve it, cure it, heal it...let it go. For this darkness that we try to understand, try to grasp and put to rest. That this darkness, that exist, will see and follow that which is light and leave us. Philippians 4:8&9 "...Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me - put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you." Notes: A mother's trial with her tormented son. Little Did I Know What I was Praying For, The Amish Massacre. Eric Clapton Tears in Heaven Continue »
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What to Expect when you are in France... I will be posting the odd things to expect, not the beautiful, knock your socks off things that I post usually. Get ready for off beat and weird Corey what knots. Plan your toilet breaks. Toilets are hard to find. Often you have to pay... One way or another: Hold it in. Or hope you have exact change. Or have hours to kill to find one, And hopefully when you do there is toilet paper. If you cannot find a toilet, look for a fast food restaurant... McDonald's the best free toilet in town. Continue »