Category: My French Husband
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Bebe Chat Smells to the High Heavens
Photo and text by: Corey Amaro Running around the house like a chicken with her head cut off, that is what I am. Flapping my wings trying to get everything in order before French Husband and I head out to…
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Golden Junk
French Husband found this at the brocante. He held it up like as if it were a prize, "Look at this cute little thing!" (He said in a baby voice, that I love and that he rarely uses.) I acted…
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Harmony comes with give and take….. and a few odds and ends.
Photos and text: Corey Amaro The other day I found this book, the pages were barely hanging on, I asked the dealer how much? French Husband looked at the book, looked at me, looked at the dealer and shrugged.…
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The French do not have Garage Sales
Before I was married, I visited French Husband family in Rennes. As French Husband Great Uncle had died months early his lovely home was going to be sold. His only daughter in her eighties called her six cousins (French…
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The Fox’s Daughter, Juliette
Photography and text by Corey Amaro: French Husband's niece was eleven years old when I first met her, twenty three years ago. It was also the first time I was to meet his family, we were going to have lunch…
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The French Linen Closet
Photography and text by Corey Amaro: French Husband's sister… Soizic (an old name from Brittany) was a firecracker who knew when to razzle, dazzle, and most of all pop. She was beautiful, stunning chic… when she walked into a room…