French la Vie

Tenderly it begins the first signs of love. Then with freshness, flattery and infatuation, (and a few thorns,) it continues. As time goes on the petals open wide, and give…

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                 There is a calm after a storm, A place where the ground is tender and bares our footprints. Where raindrops wait on petals, delicately,…

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Photo: Artwork for sale in my friend’s shop "Aussandon," in Aubagne. My Mother told me two things when she met French husband: 1) The way to that man’s heart is…

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This is freedom. To be who you are where you are, and not be afraid. To be able to dream and pursue tomorrow. Trusting today. Photo:  A child leans on…

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                                        When I was expecting my first child, my Belle Mere (Mother in law,) gave me a…

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                 Ah ha! Look Shelley look, a flow blue salt cellar! My friend Shelley who collects flow blue, asked me to bring her a salt…

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              These two vintage tassels hung out with me for years. (I didn’t even have curtains when I bought them in Paris at the flea market.)…

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Today after 19 months of blogging every single day I drew a blank. I looked at the empty screen and it looked back at me. …blank. Maybe because there is…

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Photo: Last summer I met fellow blogger Lauren. This is a gift she gave me. find more of her creations at Alice land’s Yesterday, I went to Aix en Provence…

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                   Yesterday, I went to visit an antique dealer’s attic. It was a dream come true. Attics are usually dark, this one was no…

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