Wear Your Beauty (and the winner of the Pink Box)

 

If I were to pick a winner, instead of randomly doing so I would have picked

Diane whos comment was:

"I think a tiny "B" over my heart; for brocante"

Cause honestly that one spoke right to my heart of hearts.

A "Patch" as they are called in England, a Beatuy Mark as the are called in the States, and a "Mouche" as they are called in France... A velvet black B for me!

 

Ah the joys of brocanting.

Old things.

Romantic remnants.

Pouring creative spirit into my imagination, and most of all prayer.

Letting me see something other than the dirt, grim, pain, suffering, news... that isn't as inspiring. Being at the brocante, amongst old things that have survived two wars and countless moves and ideas, brings me hope that  through the darkness that exist then and now, light and love does conquer.

Amidst the darkness there is light... not easy to follow, nor to grasp, but ever so evident, calling us to take the higher road.

 

I loved your comments, FB likes, and email. Romantic talk always pleases. Growing up with four brothers didn't leave me much room to be girly girly... no wonder such things as lace and ribbons appeal to me. Honestly my home isn't peppered with pink and lace, though it is still more femine than masculine. As my brother Marty said on visiting us, "... and where does French Husband keep his stuff?"

Actually French Husband likes my style. He tells me often not to change a thing.

Whew, thank God for that!

Sher's email made me smile,

"I'm not a girly-girl

so the idea of a beauty mark should be something I couldn't even imagine wearing.

But I would.

Because I like a twist.

It would be near the corner of my mouth.

It would probably tickle me when I smile."

Wooden roses.

Hand carved.

18th century.

You see someone saw roses in a chunk of wood, and brought them forth, one by one.

What hope am I bringing forth today?

What message are we sending ... what beauty mark are we giving?

 

She smiled even though inside she was nervous, and felt alone.

Her friends whispered, "Isn't she beautiful?"

Sometimes we misunderstand one another.

Let us listen, truly listen, to the undercurrent of hope and goodness that runs under our feet.

Peggy's comment,

"I knew that the beauty marks were made of fabric, but I didn't know that they had symbolic meaning. What I would like my beauty mark to say is 'Compassion', and would wear it over my heart."

 

The random winner:

Sheri who wrote:

"When I was a little girl, my best friend's mother, Idabelle, always wore a little beauty mark. It was a dot made with a dark eyebrow pencil and was usually worn just off to the side from her lips; however, she once told me a secret. If she had a little blemish that she wanted to camouflage, that's where her beauty mark would go that day! She always did have a sparkle in her eye! My beauty mark would symbolize living in the joy of the moment."

(Sheri please send me your address so I can send you the pink box.)

 

Thank you, Thank YOU! For your response to yesterdays post!

You are all BEAUTIFUL to me!

Comments

[Marilyn]

Congratulations to the winner! Sheri's answer is just perfect. And your beautiful to us. Thanks for all the beauty you share.

[martina]

I was reading a blog written by a Scotsman living in France (The Rickety Old Farmhouse). His roofer found an antique wooden ox yoke in the barn. My first thought? Sheesh,Corey could get some good money for that in her shop! Perhaps I've also caught the brocante bug...

[Beatnheart]

Yay Sheri

[Jeannie]

Congrats Sherri! I loved reading all the comments. That toile fabric is beautiful, by the way. I am so excited because my husband let it slip that he did some birthday shopping for me in your brocante!!!!!!!! The excitement of something from France, from you, and that he took the hint. What a peach of a guy. I wonder what he chose? Thanks Corey!

[Celeste]

Corey your sweetness is a gift to all and we all hunger for that, it's why we keep coming back.

[Irina]

I love that blog too! His previous blog was about their dogs. have you read that on? Such a sweet memory. When the dog died I cried couldn't stop ...

[Irina]

Ha, in Russian it's called 'mushka'.
Congratulation to the winner!

[Peggy Braswell]

Congratulations, kudos to the winner xxpeggybraswelldesign.com

[Lia]

Thank you

You make me smile...

a
great big in your face

i don't care who is looking

crazy
kind of smile

Thanks