1988
Walking down the street in Paris, my path to the bakery was blocked by three gypsies. I looked at their brightly colored skirts and shawls, and smiled. One of them held her hand out for me to stop, I had no choice; the other gypsy grabbed my hand, I looked in her eyes, in French she said:
"LA PROCHAINE FOIS, C'EST UN GARCON!" (Next time it will be a boy!)
Right then and there my fortune was told...
I was pregnant,
with a girl,
and I would have a boy the next time.
Just like that on the way to the bakery, my buns were baked.
Photo of a 19th century French engraving,"The Fortune Teller- La Bonne Aventure"
Such a clever post, Corey! Love the engraving.
Posted by: Paris Parfait | 06 June 2006 at 02:01 PM
Hi Corey:
How fantastic!
Have a great day
Maggie
Posted by: maggie | 06 June 2006 at 02:07 PM
What a fantastic image...the colors, gypsies, and the premonition.
Posted by: Shannon Lewis | 06 June 2006 at 02:14 PM
wow, did that really happen? love that picture.
Posted by: cruststation | 06 June 2006 at 02:22 PM
Oh Corey...you make me chuckle right out loud..!
:o)
Posted by: Dawn | 06 June 2006 at 02:29 PM
oh corey, this makes me giggle!
and the baked bun in the oven...tee hee.
Posted by: susan@artesprit | 06 June 2006 at 02:35 PM
Ok are you messing with me? If that is a true story, I will freak. How cool is that?! Wow. You live such an enlightened life.
...buns cooked. FUNNY!
a.
Posted by: andrea | 06 June 2006 at 02:41 PM
too fun! love the engraving - wow!
Posted by: jennifer | 06 June 2006 at 03:10 PM
Very mysterious about the gypsies. And buns baked? How funny. Corey is showing her droll side.
Posted by: Annie | 06 June 2006 at 03:14 PM
how positively divine!
u r 1 wicked clever & witty gal!
gotta love that!
:) mary ann xo
Posted by: mary ann | 06 June 2006 at 03:22 PM
AMAZING! Yep You're buns were baked right then and there! Love this post a bunch! xo
Posted by: berrie | 06 June 2006 at 03:27 PM
lol forever on that one. too clever.
Posted by: ally bean | 06 June 2006 at 03:28 PM
Cool story!!
Posted by: DebR | 06 June 2006 at 03:41 PM
I, too, have been approached by these palm readers. I was once told that I had a long life line, hmmm, I'll let you know in 40 years if this prediction comes true.
Posted by: meredith | 06 June 2006 at 03:46 PM
How wonderful that they stopped you... Gypsies are so empowered with their knowledge... sometimes we forget to hold our own talents with such reverence and joy... Blessings on you and yours.
Posted by: Ulla | 06 June 2006 at 03:52 PM
Did you believe her right away? My mother was told by a gypsy that she'd live across the water and have six children. She forgot about it until it was all true.
Posted by: deirdre60 | 06 June 2006 at 04:09 PM
Something like that happened to me, as well. I was 8 months pregnant and a tiny old woman walked up to me, circled me, and said I'd have a daughter. Until that point I thought I was having a boy because everyone kept saying so. But then I believed it was a girl, and so it was!
Posted by: Jill | 06 June 2006 at 04:15 PM
hahahahahahahahahahaaa....
what a great story!
I met a gypsy and she told me so many stories...and I guess I told her a few as well. I did not realize till the end of our time together that she was a gypsy. I wish she had not vanished.
Posted by: mikaelah | 06 June 2006 at 04:21 PM
Fascinating engraving - doesn't it simply send your imagination on a trip?
Posted by: endment | 06 June 2006 at 04:40 PM
Oh wow! LOL! How cool!
My grandpa used to tell me stories of Gypsies where he grew up. He used to get secret rides with them on their loaded up cars and wagons, and beat all this brothers to school. Hehe. I used to hearing about the Gypsies.
:)
Posted by: amber | 06 June 2006 at 04:41 PM
Interesting...I must say that if I were a gypsy and I saw you walking toward me, I would want to look into your eyes as well! The eyes are the window to the soul, my father always said.
Posted by: Josephine | 06 June 2006 at 05:13 PM
There were three gypsies a come to my door
And downstairs ran this lady, O!
One sang high and another sang low
And the other sang bonny, bonny, Biscay, O!
Then she pulled off her silk finished gown
And put on hose of leather, O!
The ragged, ragged, rags about our door
She's gone with the raggle taggle gypsies, O!
``````(traditional folk song)
Posted by: isabel | 06 June 2006 at 05:36 PM
Your stories enlighten me and leave me smiling all day long.
Love you Sugar Plum~
Posted by: Jeanne | 06 June 2006 at 06:17 PM
So cool! I'm part Hungarian, we must of had a gypsy or two in our ancestry. LOL
Posted by: Tammy | 06 June 2006 at 07:45 PM
what a cool experience!
Posted by: la vie en rose | 06 June 2006 at 08:41 PM
So your daughter is about my age then...
That is amazing- I have encountered gypsies before when travelling around Europe.
Posted by: Adeleine | 06 June 2006 at 10:27 PM
Oooooh!
When I was pregnant, I went out of my way to AVOID gypsies.
Posted by: blackbird | 06 June 2006 at 11:33 PM
Great story and beautiful picture too, as always. I have a similar tale to tell. My late grandmother had her fortune told by a gypsy in August 1958. The woman just appeared in her garden where my grandmother was working and my grandmother was a little annoyed so she asked the woman to leave. But the gypsy woman didn't want any money or anything, she just said: In this house, first you'll have a funeral, then a wedding. My grandmother felt chills down her spine. Well, only a few days later an accident happened. A
heavy wooden coathanger fell on my grandmother's tiny dog, breaking her back and killing her instantly. The next day she hosted my parents' wedding in her garden.
Seems like those gypsies know their stuff...
Posted by: Lea | 07 June 2006 at 12:20 AM
Beautiful picture.... hmmmm I wonder how many times I have written that about your posts.... oh well... it was true..every single time !!
Posted by: diana | 07 June 2006 at 03:46 AM
One of those memories never to forget...one of those moments meant to be...
Posted by: Cat | 07 June 2006 at 04:17 AM
wow!! a beautiful and unforgettable memorey.
Posted by: jinxthegypsy | 07 June 2006 at 08:11 AM
Interesting! Once in Spain, a gypsy took my hand as well and told me "something" that I don't remember........but she didn't tell me that I should continue walking in life following myself and not to the boy that was with me........:)
Posted by: Catalina | 07 June 2006 at 08:31 AM
ah! such a wonderful prophesy! and what lovely buns you've baked!
Posted by: snowsparkle | 07 June 2006 at 08:40 AM
I love having my fortune told! I had it done in a market in Singapore years ago and the gorgeous asian man told me that I would travel the world and be treated like a princess & I guess you could say that has come true!
hello lovely friend, I am back (I hope) xoxo
Posted by: ms*robyn | 07 June 2006 at 08:50 AM
that's a cute story, wish I could find myself some gypsies too to tell me the same :)
Posted by: La Fée Coriandre - Sofia | 07 June 2006 at 09:54 AM
y met a fortune teller...and y are a great real life-stories teller...in yr website..life becomes more adorable ...
Posted by: haiderdroubi | 07 June 2006 at 09:54 AM
A few years ago wherever I went I would stumble across gypsies.As beautiful as they can be it so annoys me that they feel they can force their beliefs on someone else.Especially by scaremongering.I think I have received more than several curses for politely refusing! Somehow I left feeling more blessed instead!Our destiny is pre-defined by someone much greater so in His hands I trust :)
Posted by: Kristy | 07 June 2006 at 11:04 AM
The news of my son Daniel was given to me by a cousin.....at the time I told her that my days for giving birth were over at 42...six weeks later I realized the truth had been told that day...so I'm a believer now..and he is a gift from heaven...he is 15 now and my husband and I are so lucky to have watched him grow...
Posted by: mary jane | 07 June 2006 at 10:48 PM
A man of Cherokee Indian descent told me I was pregnant with my second daughter before I knew. He was correct. I told my sister was pregnant before she knew. My husband's Irish grandmother said she could tell if a woman was pregnant because their noses would become sharper at the end...Your soul and the soul of your unborn daughter must have reached out to the gypsy's soul that day!
Posted by: Jenny | 08 June 2006 at 12:40 AM
Beautiful! Another one that grabbed my attention, i'm glad to have discovered an inspiring blog
Posted by: cathy | 08 June 2006 at 01:06 AM
That is a great story! You tell them in a lovely way. It is always a pleasure to read you!
Posted by: wishes Heros | 09 June 2006 at 09:15 AM
oh corey that is so funny!
I've been busy but I've read all of your posts and have caught up. :)
Posted by: expatraveler | 13 June 2006 at 06:09 PM
Wow- that's a great story. My grandmother went to a palm reader at the carnival and was told she would marry a man named Paul and have 3 children, 2 boys and a girl and the girl would be born first. She was right on all counts!
Posted by: Michelle | 14 June 2006 at 01:55 AM
I love the engraving and details on the hands. Well written story!
Posted by: bonnie | 02 September 2006 at 02:18 AM
A haunting image and a good tale. Sometimes we know things...lots of times we know things...in ways that don't need to be explained.
Posted by: Megan | 02 September 2006 at 08:09 AM
Thanks to Sunday Scribblings for taking me back to this post. A great story.
Posted by: Catherine | 02 September 2006 at 01:27 PM
Very interesting...
Posted by: Don | 02 September 2006 at 05:13 PM
The art is CAPTIVATING. I can get lost in its beauty and possibility. I love, love, love the story. MMMM. Gypsies.
Posted by: Rebekah | 02 September 2006 at 06:46 PM
Hee! Thank you for putting this up for SS--I loved the picture and the story. :)
Posted by: Mardougrrl | 02 September 2006 at 06:55 PM
Wonderful picture and a very clever story told in few words...a gift indeed
Posted by: Scott | 02 September 2006 at 10:19 PM
Oh, yes! I love this post. What a GREAT story to tell your kids.
:)
Posted by: Amber | 03 September 2006 at 05:06 AM
What a cool story...I try to resist believing in these sixth senses (my mom has this uncanny knack for reading my mind that I am trying to deny is true), until I read stories such as yours.
Posted by: Ceebie | 03 September 2006 at 03:09 PM
Great story! I love that it's all told in just a few lines. Nothing extra. Just a sharp and wonderful tale!
Posted by: Imelda | 03 September 2006 at 03:50 PM
LOL I've been swamped here but have kept up with your visit. Fun post!
Hope Shelley is well :)
Posted by: Tammy | 03 September 2006 at 07:40 PM
this is my first visit to your blog and oh my, how wonderful. Beautiful family, beautiful love story, beautiful collections - beautiful everything! I will be visiting often.
Posted by: lisa | 03 September 2006 at 09:20 PM