A gathering, like twigs in a nest, one by one, we arrived at Lauren's home for a party amongst blogging friends.
Photo: Vintage French party girl, with a pink bow in the right place. I dig her hat!
I love parties where a bunch of friends come over, eat cakes, laugh and dance on tabletops. Where those gathered talk out of turn, sparkle and spark, and feel they have known each other for a life time. Where the shy ones smile, the loud ones sing out tune and the time passes in a blink of an eye.
I love a party where everyone fits in by being themselves.
Photo: Of the Queen's wand.
Lauren's home is a feast for the eyes, creativity and imagination greet you at the door, and never let you go.
Added to that pleasure, she invited six ultra talented women (Mary, Ulla, Donna, Lea, Sharon, and Nicol,) who's art is sought after, praised, published, and made me feel giddy with happy shivery-goosebumps. I wanted to grab their hands, race home take some paper, a scissor, some glue, and start creating art with them.
Photos: Bits and pieces of the day, the art, the style and the stuff that made me smile. If you click on the image it will enlarge.
The morning pours through the windows of my Godmother's home. It is going to be a beautiful day. How many of you can say you slept on a porch, in a flower bed?
You see I wasn't joking, my Godmother has a flower bed on her porch.She likes to tease,that many "dream seeds," where planted on this bed. She is a beautiful rose, growing the most amazing garden of delights with her dreams.
My Godmother's house is gigantic, stuffed from the floor to ceiling with vintage everything. It is a wonderland for a girl like me. I know my Godmother was made in heaven, and I think God thought, "Hey if I give Corey this wonder-woman-flea-market-queen-of-a-Godmother, maybe she won't mind that I am going to give her a double chin and big nose too."
The slippers she gave me are not made of glass. Everyday should be a holiday, or at least summertime! Ah to wake up in a flower bed, and to be greeted with rose slippers with snowflakes on the toe... well it is fantasy made real where most things are possible.
Honestly every inch of my Godmother's house has a touch of Marie-Antoinette, Betty-Boop, and Martha Stewart stuck to it. I went into her closet and just screamed! She had rows of vintage prom dresses, and hats to match. Talk about bling-bling!
"Let"s have tea first, I am not good at making decisions at any time, especially in the morning," so she said, "Pick a teacup."
"Don't forget to grab a pitcher from the wall, there is cream in the fridge."
"Shall we take tea in the garden? Though of course the birds are using this cup as a birdbath."
Photos: My Godmother's home. A wonderland. A generous heart. Alice in wonderland, has a kindred spirit.
Would you like to come visit? A party is being planned.
Being back in my childhood home my thoughts turn around family, and the life I had when I lived here. The familiar objects tell me stories I do not hear in France, nor do they share the same meaning. I look at things I have seen a million times before, and memories flood my head taking me to places where in France the river does not run.
Where does the damn burst in you, when does the flood gate open? Have you ever been carried away by a rush of memories, causing you to forget where you are? Reminding you who you have become?
Therefore, it is only natural to his wild nature, that French Husband goes on an adventurous trip while we are in California. This last week French husband and a dear friend hiked up the rocky, icy, top to Mont Viso, in Italy.
photo by G. Hutter. The rocky face of Mt. Viso with patches of ice. Not your typical walk in the park.
If you want a closer look of their hike to the top of Mont Viso, click here to watch their short video: Mont Viso.
photo by G. Hutter: The two of them on top of the world. Mt. Viso Italy
It is breathtaking... Mont Viso, but not as breathtaking as seeing my husband after nearly two weeks of being in California without him!
°Twenty five years living in France because I married a Frenchman, that I met while dancing in San Francisco° Two children, now in their twenties, amour et joie° I have the "Brocante Bug" which means antiquing is my cure, France can do me no wrong when it comes to treatment ° I'm related to half the population in Willows, California ° Likes to travel on a moments notice. ° Writes whatever strikes a cord, and has taken photos for this blog everyday for the last several years° Merci for following me°