Brocante Passion. Soul food, brocante in big chunks to chew on, savor and to hold while the sweet juice run down my arms. I am crazy for this stuff and though I am really really trying to do the apartment in Cassis with a twist of a new clean fresh look... my heart leans towards French brocante.
My friend's Jean and Nathalie have a shop in Lourmarin. Their style, the way they put French brocante together is appealing, utter soul food. Not fussy, nor pretentious rather a style that makes one feel at home amongst beautiful old things.
Rough linen sheets used to reupholster arm chairs.
The painted walls in their shop are a perfect backdrop for photos.
I will be strong. A brocante diet while I drool over their shop. Drool. Today I saw some mid century furniture and it felt like eating carrots and salad. Nothing wrong with carrots and salad...
A spoon full of sugar to the rescue. brocante passion.
Cheese, bread and wine sort of things. brocante passion
No curvy lines.
Tomorrow we are ordering the bathroom. I will show photos.
The tub is out,
A washer and dryer are in,
A walk in shower with the coolest shower head won French Husband over,
A water heater that takes up valuable room but deserves it,
I so wanted a patterned tile floor, but I had to let it go as the tiny floor space really doesn't do it justice.
Maybe tomorrow will prove differently but I doubt it.
Who knew that buying a toilet and a water heater could be such fun.
The bedroom is next. xxx
PS Thank you Lilly and Marie for telling me there was something wrong with my blog post. I hope you can see the photos now?