The roses around the French country house have faded, in its place autumn has arrived. The golden colors set the mood, lovely.
The dining room hosts a massive armoire probably as old as the trees around the house. Plus an equally massive chandelier, crystals tempting like apples ready to pick.
Antique cheer sets the mood.
Chez Kristin's home is a wonderland.
So far we have visited six antique dealer's homes and it is only the second day.
The French Muse is personally crafted to each group's desires. No two muses are ever the same.
Unless the group wants to see the homes and dealers we adore.
Creation using French antique elements by Kristin.
A sweet innocent postcard.
Sent from my iPhone
Found an old rickety bookshelf with glass doors.
Fell in love with it.
Though I had no idea where I would put it-
Love has a way of making room.
Carried it upstairs, well French Husband carried it upstairs.
Then I had to move the dresser.
Which lead me to move the chair.
Then I had to take down the painting as the book shelf covered it up.
Where to hang the painting? Oh I had an idea: "I'll let it sleep under the bed!"
But first I had to move the suitcases.
In doing so I laughed, "I found some books in the suitcases, that makes the bookshelf a practical deal."
French Husband burst my bubble saying, "You know you aren't really go to put books in the bookshelf. Do you ever use anything for what it is intended?"
I looked him up and down with a shy grin, "Doll-Face you know that I do."
Remember how I wanted to change the window in Cassis, and I was quoted 1500 Euros. Well I went hunting around salvage yards, and found one!!!! (Yes that many exclamation marks!) As the window in the fisherman's house is not a standard size I didn't expect to be lucky, but I was. An 1800s wooden window, rounded top, interior shutters and original hardware for 60 Euros.
Well, the old new window is in place. Rene sent me the photos with a note:
When I think that you are gone it is unimaginable, a sadness rushes over me, and as the tide hits I see you in one of my many memories and a smile pours over my face.
How can it be true that someone as full of life as you were, is no longer here?
I feel for your family, your beautiful family.
Victor, words escape me-
Please pray for Victor's family, Valarie, Clara, Lena, Katty, Zacharie and Salome who bear such unbearable sadness.
My Mother called me Cinderella, not because I wore glass slippers, nor for my flare for transforming mice into men, but because I was the oldest child followed by four brothers. Needless to say, whenever a house-chore had to be done my Mother would call out, "Cinderella!"
Find a small pumpkin-
Cut the top off, keep it as a hat.
Scoop out the seeds, every single one.
Layer the pumpkin shell with:
Gobs of parmesan,
Chunks of crusty bread smothered with glazed golden onions,
Salt, nutmeg and pepper sprinkles,
Laced between each layer swirls of white wine and fresh cream
(Don't be stingy! Nor count calories.)
Put into a hot oven, and bake until it is ready to melt.
Add the top hat and serve with a cane...I mean a spoon.
What is your favorite pumpkin recipe?
Truly it is the little things that matter.
Such as thank you and please.
Little things like a smile from a stranger,
someone holding the door open, or like the leaf the falls gracefully from the tree's crown.
The little things that speak without ever uttering a word, that let others know who we are, like unaimed arrows to the heart. A feeling, a breeze, a moment that changes everything.