French la Vie

Live your art and it will live around you! Live your (fill in the blank) and it will live around you!

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My Mother often said, "Use your pretty things, don’t hide them away for safe keeping! You know life is too short and one day when you’re dead, and your pretty…

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Worn, faded covers, tattered, spotted, aged, a page turner in their day! Eighteenth century paper-back books gathered, what do they say? Ah! On the pages of my life what is…

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The sun sends forth the last rays of light, as it pours through my kitchen window it spreads across the table,  I smile as I witness the simple beauty of…

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Very early this morning I stepped out to our village’s bi-annual *brocante fair. As soon as the *mistral slapped my face I knew it was going to be a game…

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When two young people were to marry, one of the French traditions was to have an armoire crafted for their shared belongings. Marriage armoires, as they were called, had symbolic…

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Sometimes sitting on the couch has benefits; the medicine of sitting still with oneself. *18th century Swedish canape, reupholstered in rough linen. Cushions are a mixture of silk, linen, and…

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Enjoy the boredom, enjoy the silence, enjoy the sleepless night, enjoy the guilty feelings. Enjoy the traffic-jams, enjoy the pants that are too tight, and the glass that is half…

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I long to be aware of the moment before waking. To know it each morning–Before one world ends and another begins. Awareness of the transition, sleeping to awakening and awakening…

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When I was a little girl my Mother taught me how to set the table. Every evening the chatter went on in my head, "Fork on the left, knife on…

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