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The Thing about Lace
It is that lace thing again, every now and then I must show it. The funny thing about this lace attraction of mine is- I do not use…
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The Blossom of Friendship
After months of living in a cute cracker-box studio in Paris, French husband and I found a large, bourgeois-style apartment by…
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Lasting Love
Their romance was that of a young girl's dream- love letters, candle light, tenderness and many midnight star gazing. Swooning under the…
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Past Present Future
When my ancestors traveled from Portugal to the Azores Islands during the thirteen century, I was with them. …
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Healing Bowl
Going to our friends Denise (W.R., Panty Lady…) and Vlad's house, I have come to find out means that I must not eat for twenty four hours before I…
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A Little of Everything and a House for Sale
Photo Via Peggy: Coco Cooks. Our table last night in our courtyard. Friends from blogging, I have met at least three hundred blogger friends, most at our home.…
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Jokes in the apron Pocket
French Husband has two rules for anyone staying with us in our home. The first rule: You are not allowed to care anything heavy, especially your suitcase, up the stairs.…
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In the Eye of the Beholder
When Sacha asked, "Mom what is the most valuable thing in our house?" I thought it a strange question and told him so. He gave me that sideways look as one does…
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