French provencal pottery, you see the piece with the green spot do you know why it is there?
When people come over to our home I am afraid if they ask me a question about anything in our house I will carry on for the next twenty hours or so, non stop. Passionate- yes, brocante fever from the bite- yes, love to share the history- yes, like to talk? I think yes.
What are antique French quilts called?
My friend Valerie brought a group of sixteen American women over to my home for a personal brocante that Ruth and I set up. So added to the mix that the construction of the house next door was wrapping up, renters were coming in, that our house was a dust bowl mess from two months of planning, collecting and me operating a gravy train as I cooked for Rene and his brother in law, setting up a brocante just added to the fun of a whirlwind summer.
What are these made of? And where do they come from?
Did you know it is a thing to make rings out of mother of pearl buttons?
Remember these?
This is the last box.
And these guys?
What were they used for?
Sold out in a blink of an eye.
Red letter monograms from the turn of the century.
There is a purpose and looking cute is not it.
Most people look and want to buy their initials. Though I prefer to make up words with the initials:
B.G. = Beautiful Gift
M.S. = Magical Surprise
C.P. = Creative Purpose
Stack of books that I have never un-tied.
To keep it intimate Ruth and I put out our brocante wares all over the house and garden.
Yann got into the fun of it, pouring Mimosas and chatting up the ladies.
Thank you Valerie, and thank you ladies for coming over, we enjoyed every minute.
That night our first guests to the house next door (gotta find a name for it) came over.
Rebecca and her husband John. Rebecca's sister is married to my cousin Brad.
Small world of cousins connects me to nearly the entire world.
John is a cook, so he invited us to dinner. Dinner in our newest guest house.
The photos are dark because it was late and that is how I roll. Such a lovely evening: Thanksgiving in October, without a turkey, that is how it felt.
Rebecca was bite by the brocante bug... yes she was. Plus she said she wanted to hide in the massive bathtub and never leave. I would have been fine with that!
So tell me when are you coming?
Three homes await you.
The Slow Travel Lifestyle with a Brocante Bite to add to the fun.
xoxox
I want to run there this afternoon!
Posted by: Toni | 07 October 2016 at 07:25 PM
Very fun!
Posted by: Taste of France | 07 October 2016 at 11:02 PM
You've been busy!
And why IS the green spot on that mustard-colored jug?
Posted by: Rebecca from the pacific northwest | 07 October 2016 at 11:28 PM
Oh I do wish I could come right this very moment. How wonderful to be fed by your first guests in the house next door.
Posted by: Marilyn | 08 October 2016 at 01:45 AM
Oh I love that picture of you and Yann. What a good-looking couple you are.
Posted by: nancy w | 08 October 2016 at 01:48 AM
I want to live in this world!
Posted by: g | 08 October 2016 at 02:41 AM
We will be there next week....hehe
Posted by: s/e | 08 October 2016 at 04:12 AM
Oh what a growing business !! Congratulations ...3 hommes and 3 diferent places : city , beach and countryside ... A perfect trip around France
Posted by: Madame in Bangkok | 08 October 2016 at 04:39 AM
How sublime! The perfect application of your passions meeting the enjoyment of the world.
But how can we know the answers to these questions?!
Posted by: Shelley Noble | 08 October 2016 at 05:37 AM
The little iron men serve as holders to keep window shutters open. They flip up and down. We have similar ones on our house near Uzes, although I thought they might be Joan of Arcs, definitely female. Lovely, aren't they? The French, over the ages, have put art into everything, including the most mundane things. Love it!
Posted by: Patty N. | 08 October 2016 at 09:06 AM
Yes and yes again....
Ali
Posted by: Ali | 08 October 2016 at 10:47 AM
What a crazy busy joyous day! Beautiful pics. Would love to stay in one of your homes for a week - or forever, ha!
Posted by: Marilyn | 08 October 2016 at 03:45 PM
If only I could win the lottery . . . in my dreams I am there.
Posted by: debra | 08 October 2016 at 05:30 PM
YOU are NOW on my BUCKET LIST!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: La Contessa | 08 October 2016 at 05:48 PM
How simply lovely to see you as guests in the --companion-- la perche à côté. The fine workmanship, dreamy shades, brocante bites, and Corey touches are viewed through a lens that allow us to be part of your story! Keep the cameras rolling ♥
Posted by: Peggy L. | 08 October 2016 at 06:05 PM
and how DO rings get made from buttons???
Posted by: Judy in Fort Worth | 08 October 2016 at 06:05 PM
I've made wreaths with mother of pearl buttons. How are the ring made? Lovely treasure..photo of you and Yann.
Posted by: Kipper | 08 October 2016 at 06:46 PM
It would be a dream come true to stay in one of your places! So lovely🌺
Posted by: Deb Archer | 08 October 2016 at 08:23 PM
I agree that it would be a dream come true and wonderful to stay in one of your places. I hope to come to Provence in 2017 or 2018.
Thank you for sharing all the photos.
Posted by: Dawn | 10 October 2016 at 05:05 PM