"If you've ever received newsletters or brochures in the mail, chances are they were held together by wafer seals. They are are self-adhesive paper disks used to prepare self-mailing materials for delivery or to seal envelopes securely without glue. Some wafer seals are perforated to prevent damage while opening, while others may be serrated for decoration or embossed for personalization. Many stamp collectors also have an interest in certain vintage or historic seals."
a 1500s square wafer seal.
"The use of wafer seals for envelopes and self-mailing documents was most likely derived from the earlier practice of using wax seals. Official wafer seals could also be commissioned in order to verify the authenticity of a decree or military order. Any hint of tampering or unauthorized reading could be detected by examining the seals. It is these elaborate versions that most interest stamp collectors today. As other forms of document protection, such as the self-sealing envelope, became more common, the use of official wafer seals declined. The practice is now mostly used during ceremonies or as official seals on formal invitations." Via WiseGeek
French pastel wafer seals.
"In the 19th century, sealing wax was a material made by the melting of lac or rosin with turpentine and pigments. In it's earliest forms it would have been made of beeswax and resin. The sealing wax was used to "seal" the letters or envelopes, with or without a wafer. During the early to mid 19th century the use of the wafer became popular in less formal correspondence. Often times people would imprint their sealing wax with initials, coat of arms, or other insignia as their personal mark on the sealing wax. With the onset of gummed envelopes, however, sealing wax and wafers eventually took a brief repose. By the 1870s few were using sealing wax, wafers and folded letters without envelopes. In the 1880's sealing wax was confined to those courtly correspondences, express parcels containing valuables for security, money parcels sent by express or foreign dispatches. However, you also always had those who of the "old school" still used it in all formal letters and notes. It was seen that sealing wax in the 1880s was more commonly used in Great Britain than in America. But it began to gain acceptance and popularity again, especially in America, in the 1880s and 1890s." via A Victorian Passage "
"How Wafers Were Made
These are sort of like a predecessor to a sticker. Wafers were made from wheat flour which was mixed with water so as to form a thin smooth paste. The paste was then pressed between two thin polished iron plates, so joined as to form, when closed, a pair of "wafer tongs". The plates didn't quite touch each other but are separated by a space as thick as the wafers are required. The iron plates when used are slightly warmed and greased, filled with the paste, closed and held for a few moments over a charcoal fire. The heat sets the paste and on separating the tongs a thin sheet of polished dry brittle wafer will come out. Several of these are stacked and then cut into small circular wafers by means of a punch. If made only with flour then they are white, but they are oftentimes colored by mixing lamp black, gamboge, Indigo, Vermilion, and Red Lead. Transparent wafers were made of fine glue, or isinglass. After the introduction of gumming, some fancy wafers were cut from gilt or silver paper, gummed on the lower surface and usually embossed. (SOURCE A VICTORIAN PASSAGE)
How to Apply A Wafer
To use a wafer to fasten papers and letters depends on the wafer becoming soft and adhesive when it is moistened. In this state it is placed between two pieces of paper, and the latter pressed together. The wafer adheres to both pieces of paper and when it dries unites them the same way as glue would." via A Victorian Passage
"They are an early form of birth control. Hold one between the knees, don't let go for anything!!"
Rebecca who NEVER disappoints (Diogenes and Franca Bolla either, the three in the pod)
"Corey, which flavor of the Body of Christ would you like today, my dear?"
Violet Cadburry wrote:
"Early LSD tablets."
These are poker chips from a dwarf casino. The dwarfs nibbled on the chips out of excitement even though Snow White had told them that this is bad manners.
And Debra Please thank your children for their efforts!
The Creative Winner:
Stella.... Barbie Coasters!
Bravo Diana Crown Maker Giambrone for figuring out what the French Antique Guessing Game Thingy was! You nailed it: " A pill maker (medicine/vitamins)."(Response on Facebook.)
The "cacheteur" was used to make pills in a pharmacy. The metal disc are attached to the wooden box are in varying size. The wooden handle tools are used to press and create the pills.
First one I had ever seen.
Cost: 150 Euros
I didn't buy it.
Most creative answer? Oh that is tough! So many of you made me laugh out loud. But if I may I think my cousin Chris' answer was quite original he said: "A hubcap maker for small French cars.
Please winners send me your address for a prize!
Thank you, all of you, for your responses!
What is a French antique guessing game?
I have these guessing games whenever I find something at the French brocante that I do not know what it is, or think you will not know what it is. Though in the twenty or so of these guessing games I have had in the last eight years one of you always figures it out.
Usually, the answer arrives within twenty four hours... only twice or three times did it happen that nobody come up with the winning response. In that case the guessing game goes on for a few days until a correct answer appears in the comment section.
I love it when I stump you! It makes me not feel so bad for not knowing either.
Here is how the French antique guessing game works:
Look at the photos on this post. If you know what it is or if you want to guess, give your answer in the comment section below, or send me an email.
The first person to write the name of the object and give a brief description wins.
Also there is a creative answer winner too. So in case you want to make something up, or weave a story about the object go ahead in the comment section too. A creative winner will be picked by yours truly after the correct answer is given.
What is it.
The silver metal round disc like pieces are attached to a piece of board.
Wooden handles with metal rings are used with the round discs.
I don't give many details or clues... Photos are your best tool to figuring the guessing game out.
1880 to the turn of the century item.
Let's play, give me a guess in the comment section.
The correct answer winner and the creative answer winner will win a sweet treat from France.
xx Happy Guessing!!
A daily walk in my hood takes me by a river, to the mountains, by an olive orchard, through vineyards, to a chapel on the hill, brings me to a bakery and a market... all less than fifteen minutes by foot.
For lent I am going to walk one hour everyday. That should be a challenge... if it rains I am forgiven. Could I walk to the sea in an hour? No.
Where I live is at the base of a mountain, going downhill is more fun than going up.
One lent I gave up meat... that was over thirty five years ago. I gave up sugar once... but that didn't stick after lent.
Within a ten minute drive from where I live there are almonds, cherries, apricots, grapes, pumpkins, onions, lettuce, honey, goat cheese... if I had to eat only locally grown food I wouldn't starve.
Have you ever grown a garden?
What grows ten minutes around where you live?
Our fireplace and chimney will be repaired next week. Heat will be a welcomed gift. I wonder if giving up heat since December counts for lent? I can hear my mother, "That is ridiculous- did you offer it up to anyone?"
"No. But I froze and sometimes swore."
Taking photos with my cell phone for my blog is proving time saving. Maybe they aren't as good but I need some "time saving" so bare (or bear) with me.
The trail was tempting. My biggest fear in walking the back roads is that a dog will jump out and bite me. I am afraid of dogs. Even ones behind a fence.
I am thinking to carry a stick.
Olive trees grow everywhere.
Spring is in full throttle explosion, I can almost feel it.
I was amused to day watching birds tending to their nests.
One of many many stone walls. Amazing me each and every time: How they have stood the test of time. Will anything we have built last as long?
Who can take pride in a wired fence? The art, tradition... the France that captures foreigner hearts is changing. Who will manage this stone wall? Many have fallen in the last few years due to the enormous amount of rain. And since they are too expensive to repair, they aren't rebuilt the same way.
Soon the cherry trees will bloom. I heard on the news that French crops are three weeks in advance since it hasn't been a cold year. The last few years have been record breaking cold. Thank God it hasn't been too cold this year, otherwise it really would have been cold in our home.
In all honesty our home hasn't been that bad. The house is in the village, faces full south and has three feet stone walls. Insulation plus.
The little house is called a "Cabane". They are historically protected. They were used as shelter for hunters, traveling pilgrims and to hold farming tools. Lately a few of my favorites cabanes have been "tagged" or decorated with "urban art" graffiti. Very sad.
Another peek into my Provence.
I can say that I have lived here nearly 25 years.
An old building's doorway. If it is ever tagged I will scream.
What is around your neighborhood?
The everyday view in France: The weekly market with the fish monger, the goat cheese stand, the "egg lady" with her brown eggs in a basket, the hourly church bells, the cafe tables with espresso cups and sugar cubes left astray, the child carrying home the baguette for lunch... The day to day experience that walks along side of me so much so that I barely notice it.
Old known objects that are the fabric of France that they are like the water running from the faucet, the foundation underfoot, the air I breath. They often go unnoticed, simply because they are... they have been, and often I assume they will be here forever unchanged.
The glasses I showed yesterday: "Verre du Patron," no longer exist at the bar, nor the bistro or the cafe. But they do exist at the brocante. No often. Not as wonderful as the ones I saw yesterday, but less expensive.
What I love about the French cafes, restaurants, bistros is the atmosphere: The white linen, the table set for a king, the professionalism of the wait-staff, the menu that reads like poetry:
Potage aux perles des Antilles,
Bouchées à la reines,
Petits pois a l'anglaise...
LE MONTPARNASSE 1900
59 bd du Montparnasse Paris 6e
01 45 49 19 00 Métro Montparnasse-Bienvenüe
Jusqu'à minuit, aucune fermeture
Menus : déjeuner : formule deux plats + apéritif + boisson : 26 €
Dîner : Carte à partir de 22 €
An absinthe measuring pot.
Many of you thought the verre du patron, in yesterday's post, had to do with Absinthe.
Sorry but they don't.
A metal absinthe spoon.
Which rests on top of the glass, while holding a sugar cube before adding the liquor.
(Photo: Lunch with a blog reader, Susan from Texas.)
"*Tucked in an out of the way corner of the 14th, Le Petit Baigneur provides a very French experience without the Parisian prices. This small restaurant is big on charm with its rustic decor – think small wooden tables and chairs, vintage tin advertisements, and wine crates. Far from tourist throngs, it feels more “neighborhood-y” than “kitschy”. Plaid tablecloths with paper covering set a casual tone while the smallish tables make it well suited for cozy dinners for two." via Secrets of Paris
* Ten minutes on foot from our apartment.
Le Petit Baigneur
10 rue de la Sablière, 14th
M° Pernety, or M° Alésia
Tel 01 45 45 47 12
Lace curtains, three people, two dogs, a carafe with a glass sits on one of the tables, four tables, a lamp over the door.
BAR AIME, (Literally it translates: Bar Like.)
Checked table cloth, paper top added.
At the end of the meal,
The Espresso cup tells the time.
Too busy discussing. So French.
When French Husband saw this image of a verre du patron, he shook his head and tsked, "The glass should have white wine, or a clear alcohol, otherwise duh, you see the trompe l'oeil."
The winner with such an exactly perfect response:
The Creative or clever response goes to:
The scene is set like a table: Sturdy chairs, small wooden tables, plain round wine glasses, ironstone plates, waiters in black pants, white aprons with their shirt sleeves rolled perfectly and most likely a black bow tie.
Some things never change, is that true?
The menu: Simple straightforward home cooked style, unless you aren't French, then the menu seems so French, romantic, classic words pop like a champagne cork: Coq au vin, Crepe Suzette, Quiche Lorraine, Soupe du jour, Escargots, Gratin, Poulet, Creme Brulee...
After you order, the waiter takes the chalk board menu away, and the life of the bistro plays before you: The zinc bar with the locals gathered around, kiss-kiss, a couple leaning towards one another with glasses in hand, a newspaper on a chair, a trail of cigarette smoke comes inside, and in the distant you are sure you hear Edith Piaff singing.
One of my favorite brocante dealers had a table full of thick small liquor glasses. He teased, "Do you know the name of these type of glasses? Do you know why they are thick, with a trompe l'oeil effect?"
A shook my head no, but added, "Bistro glasses?!" But I knew if he had asked, there was a reason. A French culture lesson coming. Another story to unfold before me... and with that the desire to covet them. I could hear the siren singing, "Take me home with you."
I am such a sucker for old French things. I never knew I was a Francophile: I drink Orangina.
The brocante dealer's table:
French bistro glasses,
Hand blown, with bubbles caught in the glass.
Small in size.
My brocante dealer loves glass, His stand is full of various sizes, shapes and purposes. Who knew that there was a jar for everything: Olive, wine, champagne, vinegar, water, eau de vie...
In his stand he had a blue glass, light blue glass demi-john. I had never seen one like that before.
Fragile must be his middle name. I know it is true his eyes are tender. His love affair with old French things is never far from his lips. He reminds me on a wind up doll, his stories go on until someone says, "I really gotta go..."
Then those eyes, his eyes, like glass see through to the heart, seem to say, "Oh! Okay. See you, sorry I carried on for so long..."
"Do you know the name of these type of glasses? Do you know why they are thick, with a trompe l'oeil effect?"
An eighteen century wine glass.
Large fine base.
I found this one years ago. In a small run down antique shop, on the top shelf. The dealer didn't know that it was as old as it was. I bought it for one Euro. What excitement. Oh the pleasure of finding something for seemingly nothing. The hunt is a big part of brocanting.
Thought I would throw is a surprise photo. One of the Parisian department stores' Christmas window display. Prada for dinner. Glasses and the tabletop covered in crystal snow. Serving a hot pink shoe.
Let me know what you think the name and purpose of this type of glass.
The first one to guess the name and purpose of the glass correctly will win a small apertif glass. The most creative winner will win the same too.
There is a winner and many creative answers. Thank you for liking the French Antique Guessing game. It makes my day, honestly it does, to find an old thing that could be interesting for us to figure out.
Yesterday I wrote that the winning response had to state EXACTLY what the guessing game item was used for. Jean first wrote, It is for a thimble". But didn't mention what the holes were used for. Later Patti wrote: "It is a sewing etui. The little cup holds a pin cushion. A thimble and needles can also be stored. Isn't it beautiful?
Later Jean added: "I had previously guessed thimble. Perhaps needles already threaded with different colors of thread were 'held' in the holes on top and the thimble in the wee basin. For use during an embroidery project where different color threads were in use."
AND that is the EXACT Answer!
Jean and Patti please send me your addresses and I will send you some chocolates.
Now for the creative response that is a tough one because I could see it used as many of the things you suggested: Incense, toothpicks, hatpins, spool of thread...
But the creative answer goes to Anne for a butter press.
Thanks for playing! Until the next time I find something that is not a roach clip and yet do not have a clue as to what it is... Enjoy the moment!
Okay, I am a sucker for French antiques, you know and I know it. It is a passion, it is my drug of choice, it is crazy. Ever since I was a kid I have loved old things. It started at the junk yard. Yes indeed, going to the junk yard, or the dump was always fun. The saying that someone's junk is another person's treasure rang try to me. The junk yard in my childhood home town, use to be a gravel pit, it was big you might say.
Just the other day I heard a tale of someone in Marseille finding an eighteen century silver tea set in a dumpster. Lucky duck! The best thing I ever found at the gravel pit was a foot stool and a bunch of old bottles.
It is rare that I find something at the brocante that I don't know what it is. So imagine my surprise to find two things within a week! Last week, I found a 1900s cigarette ring to free one's hands to smoke while working at the same time. It took nearly two hundred guesses (Combined guesses from comments and emails.) to find the winning response!
This week I found yet another trickster! "What is it?", I had to ask the brocante dealer and when he told me I thought to myself, "Yes indeed this is going on the French Antique Guessing Game!"
Do you know what this is? I bet you don't.
Guess away in the comment section or by email. The first person to answer "EXACTLY" will win some French chocolate, and the one who has the most creative answer will win some chocolates too.
A 1900s silver peacock, about four inches tall, surronded by leaves and flowers.
What was it used for? Have you ever seen one?
Bravo! You got it. I really thought this would be the French Antique Guessing Game Stumper. But no you peeps are sooooooooooo clever and deep divers into figuring things out. Dang! You got it.
Thank you for loving these guessing games as much as I do. I wish I could find more French Anitque guessing game things...
So many clever, witty, plausible, guesses!
The first person to answer correctly was:
(According to my comment time clock on Typepad.)
The most creative winner is:
Robin, who wrote: "To help pull out a child's tooth."
The antique dealer that sold me this cigarette finger ring had the cigarette stump attached to it that is how I knew what it was. Later she explained how it worked.
Where to find one:
"This cigarette holder irresistably brings to mind the Flappers of the 1920s, who wouldn't want to stain their fingers with nicotine, and would have taken great delight in swanning around with their cigarette held away in this 14kt gold holder, one end clasping the cigarette, the other round the finger to be elegantly waved at friends or alluring strangers." Via Gold Cigarette holder.
Clever guesses that you gave for the French Antique Guessing Game!
If it weren't what I know it to be, it would definitely be one or two of the brilliant guesses you gave yesterday.
I knew, just knew this would be the one that stumped everyone!!
Since the answer hasn't been found I will add a few clues.
Please keep guessing....
1) It has nothing to do with feathers. Sorry for misleading you.
2) It holds something.
3) It could make certain busy people who, "do what this thing is used for", moments more relaxing.
4) I have no need for it.
More clues later if the right answer isn't found....
Every now and then, or I should say whenever I find an antique that I have no idea what it is, or at least think you might not know what it is, I have a French Antique Guessing Game.
The little object (photo above) caught my eye because a friend (Cannot say her name because then she might guess it and that would be an unfair clue.) asked me to find her one. I thought I had found what my friend wanted me to find, only to be told that it wasn't what I thought it was.
And right then and there I bought it, did a happy dance, looked like a ding dong, and knew, just knew, made a bet with myself that none of you are going to guess it this time!
So let the guessing begin:
Leave your guess, as many guesses as you want, in the comment section, or by email, the first person to guess it will win some French chocolates. Also the person who I deem has the most creative response will also win some chocolates.
The correct guess must state exactly what it is used for. Not part of what it is.
Look closely at the photos.
I am giving way way way too many clues!
If there isn't a winner tomorrow I will give a clue or two.
Happy Guessing Chickadees!
Oh la la. I cannot believe after the hundreds of wonderful guesses you came up with, and reminders of things I need to have for the apartment (thank you), that not one of you guessed it. Close but not enough.
I loved the responses... Hair net, toilet paper, bedpan, ironing board, bibles, old ledger for guests to sign, dart board.... to name a few!
Remember what I said that I hoped to frame in the bathroom.... Well French Husband, John and Camy found it ... When Camy pointed it out, I was a bit overwhelmed.
Provocative is putting it very very mildly.
Sacha later said... your guests will die when they see these. You cannot put it in the bathroom.
Finder's keeper. I'll take him.
The shirtless workers, remember those guys... blame it on them. Actually just blame the leak. No, just teasing accidents happen, God do they ever!
Would you like to see more? Not accidents but charcoals of nude men? I must say there is plenty to see.
Oh la la plenty.
Not porcelain pig tails, though they certainly look like it.
Not bugger pickers, OUCH!
Not fake teeth for a warped vampire.
Not hooks for towels, nor anything to do with electrical WIRES.
Nope. None of it is right.
(Photos via Seek Parts, Email address on the photo)
I bet you never thought to see something like this on my blog? Corey goes pink modern?
It took some serious searching to find these modern version of the old porcelain ones that I posted on my blog a few days ago. But I found them!
What are they?
Modern textile ceramic parts: or known as: "ceramic snail guides".
Also I want to give a shout out to Kim G. who was the first to write on my blog, and nearly had the correct answer when she wrote:
French antique guessing game, I do not know how many I have had over the years. But I do know that some were easier than others. The correct answer has always been guessed, though sometimes it took a few days to come up with the answer. Most of the French Antique Guessing Games that I have had on my blog, I have known the answer. But today's stumped me big time, and I think it will stump you too.
What are these things?
Most of them are between an inch or two long.
Some have a screw on the end, though others have a peg like base.
They are made of porcelain, and are about a hundred years old.
They are curvy, curly.
I would bet you won't know what these are. But, over the years of having these guessing games I have come to see that the things I think are easy to guess aren't, and the things I think will stump you, you guess correctly in a matter of seconds.
You probably will know what these are... smarty pants!
How to play:
Write your guess in the comment section or on my FaceBook Page, or send me an email.
The first person with the correct answer will win one of them.
Write your creative response in the comment section or on my FaceBook Page, or send me an email. The one I find the most original and or creative I will send one as well.
The French Antique Guessing Game ends tomorrow or the next day.
I found this little bell medal today at the brocante.
In the distance, but close to what I hold true, I could hear the bells of Notre Dame ringing.
We are shaped by what we hold true, by what we love, by that which guides us.
Thank you my dear readers for following my blog, for inspiring me to write my daily thoughts, for encouraging other as you do in the comment section, and for your steadfast support.
Tell me in the comment section what are you hoping for? What prayer rings out from you today? Tomorrow, I will randomly pick someone from the comment section and send this little bell.
Enjoy the day!
105 Comments, numerous emails, and only one right answer. I love it when I am not the only one stumped finding an answer.
First I want to say congratulations to those of you who (take) and took part of the French Guessing Games. I enjoy when I find something at the French brocante that stumps me and I think will stump the readers of Tongue in Cheek as well. It is not easy to stump you! In the over thirty or so Guessing Games that I have had onmy blog, only one went on for nearly a week. The others usually are figured out within a day.
So what are those things? Well they are not: A cigarette rest, nor something to darn with, nor to chill a drink, nor a weight, nor an ink pen holder. Neither are they something to keep a boiling pot from boiling over, nor a shoe horn, nor a something regarding sewing.
They are not to keep gloves or shoes form, nor placecard holders, nor acupuncture-like therapy things, nor tiny washboard.
Thank you Claudia for explaining the initials: "Brevete S.G.O.G. (Brevete indicates that the design of this item incorporates a patent claimed by Blanchon. Sans Garantie du Gouvernement is a disclaimer required by the government of France stating that it does not guarantee enforcement of the claimed patent. 1844-1968.) Blanchon made 'toy arms'." They are NOT toy arms.
They are not false teeth for a donkey, nor weights, nor something to wedge an amoire or a jar, nor a shuttle, nor a stamp for butter, nor something for a bird cage, nor to crush ice...
Good answers and most of them could work if you wanted to re-purpose this handy tool.
The creative winning response goes to Joan who wrote: "
French Antique Guessing Game.
French Husband pointed these out to me at the brocante fair in Vanves Paris last weekend.
He LOVES it when I don't know what some old thing is. Immediately he beamed, "I found a
good one for the Guessing Game, right?"
These things stumped me.
French Husband said he remembered them from childhood.
His mother used them often.
How to Play:
- Leave your guess in the comment section at the end of this post.
- The first person to guess the right answer will win one of them.
- If you are unsure, you can leave a creative response in the comment section, and I will pick one to win the second glass "whatever".
- Game ends tomorrow.
1930s - 50s
About three inches long.
Do you know what these are and what they were used for?
As our children grow, spread their wings, fly... the memories of their childhood filter into our days. Some stories so sweet that they add tears to your cooking, often those tears help your ironing, usually the tears soon turn to a warm love that coats you lovingly. This is the joy of being parent: Loving another to life and letting them go-- even when every ounce in you might want to keep them wrapped in your arms like a baby.
Does a child every grow up to his mother?
Inside a Mother's heart I don't think they do. And that is a holy gift. A mother can hold her child like a baby seed deep within her life and water it often with her unending love.
Two of my most favorite memories regarding kissing and Sacha (20) and Chelsea (23) are:
Sacha ten years old:
"Mommy, do I have the right to kiss a girl?" Sacha asked me with a semi-hopeful look, on his sweet little boy-boy face.
"The right, to kiss a girl? Is there a wrong way to kiss a girl?" Teasingly I winked with my words, though it wasn't funny to Sacha... changing gears quickly, I continued on with a serious tone, "Son, are you asking me permission to kiss a girl?"
"Uh-huh, is it possible? Do I have the right to do that?" He was serious! (I love how French words translate sometimes!)
I said to Sacha that famous day,
"Maybe you could start by holding her hand?"
His reply was, "Mommy, her arm is broken."
"Sacha doesn't she have two hands, is the other hand broken too?"
"Mommy, she wants to kiss me, not hold hands! She said, "Sacha, kiss me!" She broke up with her other boyfriend because he was too shy!"
"Gee! I never asked my Mom permission to kiss anyone. How do I respond to that? As a friend I would say, Yeah kiss her! As your Mom... ( oh these are those tender memorable moments that make childbirth worth it!) Your first kiss is the one you will remember the rest of your life, it is a freeze-frame in time. You only have one first kiss to give...If you want to kiss her, do it with all sincerity, in a moment worthy of the memory!"
"So that means I have the right?" Sacha repeated.
"Yes, you have the right." I said in plain talk.
The days that followed had me asking Sacha when he returned from school, "Did you kiss her?" Each day there was a different reason why he hadn't. The kissable girl was either chewing gum, or there were too many friends around, or the bell rang for class to start... days turned into an empty week.
Finally, with tons of friends around, the bell ringing, and gum in her mouth, she grabbed Sacha and stole his first kiss!
"Did you like it? " I wanted to know.
"Our teeth hit and then she put her tongue in my mouth..."
"STOP! I don't need to know more!"
Chelsea over five years ago:
The Theme: A Mother/ Daughter moment.
The Stage: The daughter's (Chelsea) studio.
First Scene: The Coffee Machine
Daughter shows Mother her new coffee maker. Mother does not like coffee, but drinks it to be with daughter who does. Conversation full and delicious. Daughter tells Mother about the coffee machine.
Second Scene: Conversation and Coffee
Daughter: Tells Mother how she got the coffee machine and about the friend who gave it to her.
-Daughter chatters about the coffee machine, then comes back to original subject matter: "...Even though he doesn't drink coffee he knows I do and thought I would enjoy it. Isn't that sweet?"
Mother: Zeros in on one word and one word only: "He."
Mother: Who is wide-eyed, curious, and with an agenda...wants to know about that one word..."He."
Mother's First Line: "I'll have one spoon of sugar please and (as the Mother stirs the sugar into her coffee,) ...is the friend who gave you the coffee machine a Boyfriend, or just a boy who is a friend?"
Daughter (who drinks her coffee straight black) says: A boy who is a friend.
Daughter: Tells Mother that the boy and her are very best friends. How they study together. How he helps her since he is brilliant in Math, and that she helps him with his English.
Daughter continues deeper: "One evening while we were doing homework," she tells her Mother, "We both looked up at the same time, our faces were this close (daughter puts her face right up to her Mother's face...Mother wants to grab her daughter and kiss her like a baby and never let her go...but Mother resists and tries not to cry.) we leaned into kiss but pulled back instantly."
Mother surprised and gasps, "Why? Why didn't you kiss each other?"
Daughter: Explains to Mother that it would change everything and that they value their friendship too much to risk losing it over being boyfriend and girlfriend with each other.
Mother: Scratches head, though understands and drinks the coffee that isn't that bad after all.
I loved your first kiss stories, so tender, romantic, sweet... and most of them I wanted to know more. Perfect for the days before Valentines! And some of yours were like mine, stolen and not so fun.
The winners of an antique linen towel are:
Ester in Wisconsin
Please send me your address by email.
If you haven't, and when you have time please read yesterday's comments... you won't be disappointed!
Today's giveaway... an antique aperitif glass (similar to the ones above).
The question to answer in the comment section (where I will randomly pick some winners) is:
If you had a superpower what would it be and why?
Buried at the bottom of an old leather worn trunk, one who had been sorted through by many eager hands, trying to find the diamond in the haystack, or a rolled up toile of Monet's, or possible a missing manuscript of Voltaire, was this little tarnished box that was cramped in the corner, covered in dusty bits, left aside.
Whenever I see a crowd around a dealer's stand I know what it means: A chateau has fallen from the sky, the prices are good, the history of a place will be devoured in seconds by the hawks that flock and scoop.
I squeezed in, trying not to be trampled, nor trample, to give a quick look without being distracted by some unimportant thing and notice what nobody had seen. But alas, I am a sucker for that which is not of great value, often chipped, maybe peeling and more often than not something that has aged with grace and speaks to my imagination.
The little tarnished box that was cramped in the corner, covered in dusty bits, left aside was it.
I no longer try to understand, or reason with how or why I hunt for antiques. It doesn't matter. Attraction. Pleasure. Knowledge. Gift from another time. Caring for it until someone takes over.
I bent down and picked it up.
As it was tarnished beyond recognition, and covered in dusty bunnies you might ask what did I see in it?
I don't know, it was a feeling. A glimpse of something unique. I pulled my sweater over my finger and rubbed a spot clean. I could see it was silver, meticulously etched.
I reckoned that if it were a song I could dance to it. So I asked the dealer, "How much?"
He asked, "What do you have?"
I replied, "This." And held up the dusty covered trinket.
Due to the crowd. Due to the intensity of buying. Given that what I had held up was nothing much, and because when a chateau falls, it is full on and nobody dabbles for a dusty bunny pocket treasure except an amateur. The dealer didn't bother to give it, nor me a second look. A wave of his hand, he announced a bubble gum toy price.
Inside I smiled, yes! Outside I acted oblivious.
The French antique, 1800s, silver matchbox etched on three sides.
A young lady is at a party, most likely at her home. A side door leading outside opens. Her lover is there. She blushes, he steal a kiss to reassure her that it is more than just a moment. Her eyes look back at the party inside, remain innocent or taste that which is burning inside? She reaches for her silk shawl, the match flames.
Some other dealer might have found a Monet, or a Victor Hugo, or a Louis gilded something or other. I found a story, and read it to the car.
The winners of a pair of French antique monogrammed dinner napkins are:
Emily (The Hutch)
The Winners of an antique crystals with an image on it are:
Nancy in Solan Beach,
Patty Von Dorin,
Thank you all of you who read myblog, who participate on it, who encourage each other and make me what to do this every day! Thank you !!
As I said I am giving gifts away all week long in happiness of my birthday!
Tomorrow's giveway... a French antique cotton hand towel, plus an antique romantic image.
If you would like to be in the draw leave your response to this question in the comment section:
Tell me about your first kiss?
The answer to the French Antique Guessing Game is.....
It is a citrus press.
Lil squeezed the truth out first by naming it so, and finding it on Christie's.
At the French brocante I saw the citrus press (without the fancy bottom part) for $250. I did not buy it. At Christie's it cost over $700.
Sounds like Champagne instead of lemon juice.
Your guesses and clever ideas to these French antique Guessing Games always amaze and amuse me.
Many of you guessed it was a door bell,
Some guessed it was a breast pump. Ouch.
I used one when I was nursing Sacha and had to go to the hospital. I remember thinking one had to reallllllllllllllllly want to breast feed to do that everyday. I did pump, but luckily I could breastfeed him in the hospital the day after surgery.
I cracked up when I read a flying pig... the citrus squeezer looks like it !
Many guessed that it was a servant's bell. I loved the descriptions of romance many of you added to the bell theory as well.
Other then your enthusiasm and entertaining guesses I love searching up images for the guesses you come up with:
Door bells, breast pumps, servants bell, flying pigs... egg coddlers.
I never even heard of an egg coddler! After seeing it I could understand why many of you thought the citrus press was an egg coddler.
A sugar caster... was another guess, though wrong too.
And it wasn't an icing disenser like this.
Many of you thought it was a coffee grinder.
But isn't this one chic? Makes me want to like coffee.
"It is a device for Les Bad Dreams : you seen, it is a very refined object with two budding legs to allow it to stand discretely yet elegantly on your night table. You leave it open, you sleep and in case you have a bad dream, the silver device captures it. In the morning, all you have to do is to screw the device very tightly then you open it and what do you get ? A very flat and transparent disc that you can dispose of by throwing it away through your opened window, the wind will catch it and send it far far away ! "
Thank you for playing!
Lil and Massilianana please send me your address for a gift!
French antique guessing game.
In the comment section, or on Facebook, or by email share your guess.
The first person to correctly guess what it is wins a prize (this time a several 1800s iron keys).
Also the person I deem who has the most creative/original response wins a prize too (keys as well.)
You can guess as often as you like.
Object is made of silver.
8 x 5 inches in size.
What is it?
I'll announce the winners tomorrow.
Yesterday I thought I had finally stumped you with the French Antique Guessing Game.
Doubting myself I started to question what I had heard.. maybe the guessing game item wasn't what they antique dealer told me, or maybe I heard it wrong? Maybe it was a gout stool like several of you suggested. French Husband reassured me that the antique dealer did indeed say what I thought he said.
It isn't a gout stool.
"This is a pedestal used at the French Gallows. The condemned person would stand on it, the hangman would pull a pin and the top would flip, letting the condemned person slide off and hang from the rope."
Though it isn't the right answer it is one of a very spooky original and creative response.
(Send me your address Ed and I will send you a prize for your response.)
The correct answer has to do with roses... or flowers in general.
It isn't an antique boot scraper.
It isn't a chestnut roasting pan.
It isn't an antique foot warmer.
Nor a drying rack, a strainer or a grater.
Good guesses, but not the prize.
It is something that one uses in the garden.
If you are a gardener you know how your knees can become sore from kneeling. Especially when it is in between a kneel to a standing position.
Photo Source Gardener's Supply.
Some of us use knee pads or garden kneelers.
An 1800s French antique Garden Kneeler,
Flexible to allow one to bend forward or back without tipping over.
Mesh wire for support and comfort.
Pretty and practical, because all Vicky Victorian things are.
Hard to find.
"... A seat to use in the garden when picking flowers..."
Please 24/7 send me your address so I can send you a prize.
Thank you for your guesses!
What is it?
I found it this weekend at a brocante. It is 1800s, French, made of iron with a iron meshed top.
I assume most of you will guess as I did, and with that be partly right. But there is more to it than that... do you know? I did not.
Add your guess to the comment section, or Facebook, or by email. The first one to tell me correctly what it was used for will win a prize (something from the French Brocante) and the one with the most creative, original response will win a prize too.
What it is, What it is...
It is a tool to fasten a corset's hook and eyes, and or to pull the strings tighter.
The loop is to attach to the corset, decoratively.
An antique lady's tortoiseshell dress set decorated with a gold motif. The set contains a mirror, comb, two hair brushes, clothes brush, nail brush, soap dish, shoe horn, two boxes and a corset hook.
Corset hooks that fold such as the one I found yesterday are harder to find.
On creating the corset print she wrote: "....I imagined who would be wearing these undergarments. elizabeth bennett reading impassioned letters from mr. darcy in her blueberry underpinnings… laura ingalls walking on the prairie in her apple corset… mary poppins in that sassy s-curve banana… ladies on the titanic sinking in that skinny boob-to-hip constriction… "
Some corsets lace up,
some hook up,
some button up...
No matter how you tighen a corset, some of you has to come out somewhere.
Note: The bottom part of this corset is, um, is undone.
A chatelaine's (A woman of the chateau) corset fastner.
Judy was the first to answer it correctly: Corset Fastner.
Most Creative Guesses: Little Bad Wolf: Pony Hoof Cleaner,
and PeggyI seeds, a royal fishing hook.
Please send me your addresses through my email.
Thank you for playing, good guesses! I will put this corset hook on my shop.
The antique dealer called me over to her stand, she laughed and said, "Do you know what this is?"
The dealer shook her head then told me what I didn't know.
French Husband winked, "I beat I know where that is going!"
He got that right.
What is it?
Tell me in the comment section, the first person to guess it correctly will win something that corresponds with it and the person with the most creative response will win a prize too.
If I were to pick a winner, instead of randomly doing so I would have picked
Diane whos comment was:
"I think a tiny "B" over my heart; for brocante"
Cause honestly that one spoke right to my heart of hearts.
A "Patch" as they are called in England, a Beatuy Mark as the are called in the States, and a "Mouche" as they are called in France... A velvet black B for me!
Ah the joys of brocanting.
Pouring creative spirit into my imagination, and most of all prayer.
Letting me see something other than the dirt, grim, pain, suffering, news... that isn't as inspiring. Being at the brocante, amongst old things that have survived two wars and countless moves and ideas, brings me hope that through the darkness that exist then and now, light and love does conquer.
Amidst the darkness there is light... not easy to follow, nor to grasp, but ever so evident, calling us to take the higher road.
I loved your comments, FB likes, and email. Romantic talk always pleases. Growing up with four brothers didn't leave me much room to be girly girly... no wonder such things as lace and ribbons appeal to me. Honestly my home isn't peppered with pink and lace, though it is still more femine than masculine. As my brother Marty said on visiting us, "... and where does French Husband keep his stuff?"
Actually French Husband likes my style. He tells me often not to change a thing.
Whew, thank God for that!
Sher's email made me smile,
"I'm not a girly-girl
so the idea of a beauty mark should be something I couldn't even imagine wearing.
But I would.
Because I like a twist.
It would be near the corner of my mouth.
It would probably tickle me when I smile."
You see someone saw roses in a chunk of wood, and brought them forth, one by one.
What hope am I bringing forth today?
What message are we sending ... what beauty mark are we giving?
She smiled even though inside she was nervous, and felt alone.
Her friends whispered, "Isn't she beautiful?"
Sometimes we misunderstand one another.
Let us listen, truly listen, to the undercurrent of hope and goodness that runs under our feet.
"I knew that the beauty marks were made of fabric, but I didn't know that they had symbolic meaning. What I would like my beauty mark to say is 'Compassion', and would wear it over my heart."
The random winner:
Sheri who wrote:
"When I was a little girl, my best friend's mother, Idabelle, always wore a little beauty mark. It was a dot made with a dark eyebrow pencil and was usually worn just off to the side from her lips; however, she once told me a secret. If she had a little blemish that she wanted to camouflage, that's where her beauty mark would go that day! She always did have a sparkle in her eye! My beauty mark would symbolize living in the joy of the moment."
(Sheri please send me your address so I can send you the pink box.)
Thank you, Thank YOU! For your response to yesterdays post!
You are all BEAUTIFUL to me!
Thank you for your comments regarding the ending to the tale about the lovers.
A sachet is yours for commenting (Please send me your address):
Sharon Penney Morrison
Thank you for playing along! I appreciated your responses!