May 6th, 2011 comments
In anticipation of Mother’s Day, I’d like you to meet my amazing daughter!
She’s the creative inspiration behind these fabulous custom silhouette pendants and she’s the best girlfriend and antiquing buddy a Momma could ask for. At thebrocante her eye gravitates to all things small: things she cleverly uses to craft the most incredible jewelry.
This is how she re-purposes antique French drapery rings… necklace, bracelet, christmas ornament…
She’s been featured in numerous publications and boutiques and in case you’re tempted, you can find her through her Etsy shop LuckyMeBeads.
I’m one proud Momma.
April 25th, 2011 comments
I’m still relatively new to the blogging world (despite my absence for the last several months). My first post as a blogger was a little over a year ago. Not the quickest girl to the party… In my defense, I’ve lived in a SLOW country. Life, love, food, and the internet are SLOWer in my corner of Provence.
My daughter first introduced me to blogging through her own amazing blogs and then to one of her favorites Superhero Journal. I found and still find incredible wisdom and honesty in Andrea’s words. Through Andrea I was introduced to Brené’s (Extra)Ordinary Courage. A healing place to go and grow. I admire that both women and their sites are out there trying to make a difference in other people’s lives. I blurked for a while. I soaked up the love but I never left a comment. I don’t know why, I guess I didn’t think it would matter. I see differently now.
As I discovered more blogs I read about everything from peak oil to creating my own indigo dyes. Around the time I started my own blog adventure I plugged into a small eddy of design related gems. It was there that I began to find my tribe. Each day offered new food for my visual soul. One of my first discoveries was LeAnn’s beautiful blog Linen & Lavender. Through her images I saw a shared vision and she generously offered to introduce me to her readers. James at Garvinweasel kindly did the same and Greet of Belgian Pearls was always there with a generous word. From there one link led to another.
For many of us our daily blog visits are as treasured as a morning chat with a friend. Technologically speaking the medium may be impersonal but I think it’s anything but! The highly personal view that each blogger brings to a collection of visual images or a well crafted story offers a window into their creative soul and permits us to get to know that unique individual in ways that having a conversation alone cannot.
When my kids were in their elementary years I met mom’s of other young kids at school. Most often the only thing we had in common was a Saturday morning rendezvous on the soccer field. Being a creative type, my basement home studio didn’t facilitate introductions to like minded individuals. Finding friends that share similar interests, visions and ideas isn’t often geographically possible.
The blogging world removes those geographic obstacles and it doesn’t limit us. Thanks to blogs I can easily satisfy my design cravings as well as explore the world of fellow sculptors. Next up TED, then my inner foodie comes calling. At another moment I’m off to visit the math geeks and a few heavy thinkers (Dr. Bartlett’s thoughts on the exponential equation are a personal favorite). All of the random musings of a personality can be entertained with the click of a mouse. It’s a giant smorgasboard and we’re encouraged to sample at whim. Talk about personal choice! I think it’s fantastic.
Not to mention the taste tests… Think you might like writing computer code? Check out a blog or two and see if it rings true. Extreme sports? There’s another world out there. The blogosphere allows us to explore our interests, live vicariously, experiment, and learn in ways that might not otherwise be possible.
We’ve all heard the phrase “grow where you’re planted”. How fortunate we are to be planted in the middle of this time of internet magic. Blogging as I’ve experienced it is all about the sharing of information, ideas and self; finding our tribes and building communities through the relationships we develop and the respect we show for other people and their points of view.
But blogging takes time. And for me that’s been in short supply this last 6 months. I’m hoping that another detour leads me back this way again soon, but until then, I want to thank all of the creative and generous bloggers that I’ve shared cyberspace with and I want to send my heartfelt gratitude to the lovely readers who have chosen to share their time, encouragement and thoughts with me.
February 11th, 2011 comments
It’s been far too long since I’ve found my way to post on this blog. So many changes to share since then. I hope you enjoy:
Stand By Me | Playing For Change | Song Around The World
“Quand la nuit tombe et la terre est sombre
Et la lune est la lumière qui brille devant moi;
Je n’aurai pas peur, oh non, je n’aurai pas peur
Tant que tu restes, restes près de moi
Et chérie, chérie reste près de moi, oh reste près de moi
Oh reste, près de moi, près de moi….”
July 15th, 2010 comments
If you had to pick your one favorite antique, your most treasured antique find, what would it be?
I took a stroll through my own house asking myself this very question…
Peeking into armoires, staring at 18th century this’s and 19th century that’s….
Let’s say the house was on fire and I could only grab one thing…
No, scratch the hypothetical fire because my favorite might be too big to carry… this is a perfect example of my propensity to create a problem, which I then attempt to solve to my own satisfaction. Could I ever choose just one?
The answer turned out to be no. There were Two pieces chez moi that screamed louder than the rest. I discovered that it wasn’t a case of provenance, nor was it price, that ultimately spoke to me. It was how those pieces made me feel.
To enter Part Deux of the Two Maisons Giveaway, leave a comment about your own Two favorite antiques and a few words about how they make you feel.
Here are mine:
This oil on canvas fragment hangs above the landing of our stairway. It’s 7 feet tall but easy to roll and tuck under the arm in case of that proverbial fire. I bought it from a friend at the antique fair in Villeneuve les Avignon. I remember my gasp when I saw just the smallest corner with the blue color I can’t resist. I could melt into it. Really I could. If I had to pick one word to describe the feeling it evokes, it would be grace. I don’t know why.
This tiny framed 18th century gem grounds me. My view of time is somewhat unconventional and that includes the calendar. My calendar is roundish, a roundish rectangle. The months fall around this shape as on the face of a clock. July is at the top. May and September are on the shoulders. The mere mention of a month and my mind places it spatially before moving on. Not long ago when I started this blog I came across LeAnn’s gorgeous blog Linen and Lavender. She made a reference to her round calendar and I immediately emailed her recognizing a kindred spirit. Somehow this little solar calendar makes me feel like all is right with the world.
Ok, it’s your turn. Keeping with the theme I’ll select a winner in 7 days. Some lucky someone will receive this oh so French market basket, modeled after the traditional straw cabas, hand crafted in France with a patchwork of vintage hemp fabrics. Perfect for all of your summertime toting needs!
March 9th, 2010 comments
where do you find inspiration?
Inspiration found me here today. Objects worn from use….
arranged with reverence.
March 6th, 2010 comments
winter has been particularly brutal this year in Provence. Spring is still napping and everyone I know is complaining. So today I went looking for color. Color as we experience it here in the south of France. The palette we play with is subtle yet rich, a little dirty but honest. These are colors you can imagine melting into. They’re the colors of the landscape.
I have a friend who’s a wizard with dye. A pinch of this color, a pinch of that and a muted range of tints emerge from her washing machine. Vintage damask tablecloths and napkins are the perfect canvas for her work. The pattern in the damask comes alive with the addition of color. You’ll find a few dealers offering these beauties at the brocantes and antique fairs in the area. I’ll take the green set please. While my garden’s sleeping my table will look smashing.