The dust has settled. The project that started a year ago as an idea is completed.
The nails, some old ones remain in the old beams, some have gone to blog readers of mine as French souvenirs.
The couch came, up the stairs, through the door and perfectly put in the living room. Now the search for pillows and a throw. Does it ever end?
The thought of an old cushion was appealing until one came in the mail. The smell came along, most likely little bugs. too. I took out the stuffing with a scarf tied around my face. Feathers flew right and left, I was glad I was outside with a garbage bag in hand.
With an empty pillow case in hand it looked lifeless, hopeless... stuffing is on the list of things to buy.
Will I get around to doing this? Do you have good intentions that linger around, bug you, nag a hole in your happy day to day life? With words going around and around, "I must do this, I must do that."
The empty pillow case is one of those nagging thoughts.
Flea market find, brocante bug happiness.
Silverware. These three pieces match, the rest not so much. That is the way I like it: Hodge podge chic.
Piece by piece in the kitchen drawer ready to be baptised.
Which reminds me of the other day I went to Mass, and it was in Latin. The priest stood with his back facing us, and gave us communion on our tongue. I felt like I was a kid back in the 60s, "Am I re-living in pre Vatican II?"
I don't know why I am adding that information. What does it have to do with silverware being baptised?
What does silverware being baptised have to do with the Paris apartment?
Love. Family and friends. Love. Reunion. Blog readers coming to rent our apartment and finding it to be a cherished loved place. Baptised with your good energy.
Old heavy duty paper, shaped for a paper fan.
I cut out the birds.
Added them to a hanging glass vase.
Now to hang them on the curtain rod.
We looked at this trumeau for the apartment (750 Euros), though we kept looking, found another for and bought it. Of course I forgot to take a photo of it... And of course it is one heavy puppy to hang. And of course French Husband is not a handy man, and of course I am a ding dong, and of course the trumeau is now in the apartment behind the couch so it doesn't fall over.
Ah the story of a sspontaneous woman who thinks after the creative burst.
A few months ago I met a blog reader of mine: Claire who lived in Paris for over fifteen years, then she moved to San Francisco. During the last few years Claire has sent me music that she has collected and complied... Music she complied for the different moments of my life. Very thoughtful and generous.
At last we met, it was as I imagined a meeting of hearts.
If you ever stay in our apartment in Paris you will find Claire's music especially selected for the French experience. Oh the wonders of blogging. Claire is one of those wonders.
Oh! The scarf I have on... Claire made it. DIVINE!!! A beautiful Japanese wool, very finely knitted, intricate, sublime... thoughtful Claire!
Why did you move!
The apartment a small side view.
I need to take some photos and show the floor plan.
On the "List of Things to Do."
This much is certain:
Queen size bed.
Full of antiques.
A barber stand as a nightstand.
An old map of Paris on the bedroom wall.
A holy water font as a bathroom sink... which is beautiful but so not practical.
If you are planning to go to Paris, and are looking for a place to stay contact me.
xoxo Baptise the Silverware.