Forest Gump said, “ Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get,” but I think life is more like
Un Grand Buffet.
We get to see and smell before we choose. Yes, I would be one of those that poke my finger in the chocolates, and…
Speaking of buffets, if the Southern Queen of cooking, Paula Deen (who I absolutely adore) can have her own furniture line, well then ya’ll can gather round for my buffet and we can engage in a little gluttony.
I am feeling very gracious, as a long time dream of mine has come true.
Victoria magazine has featured me in the Sept/Oct issue, due out tomorrow.
Like many of you, I am an avid fan of Victoria and just can’t seem to part with my old copies.
They are like old soul mates and have given me inspiration through the years.
I've always admired the creativity of the “Calling Cards” and love the profiles of the entrepreneurs.
Seemed I could always identify with the women behind the stories.
In the early 90’s, my journey started with hauling back chandeliers from the Paris flea market in my suitcase. I soon graduated to 45’ containers.
French antiques are “food for the soul” and yes, I happen to be Gourmandise!
To put my own spin on Vita’s quote from the 91 cover,
“The Country French Antique habit has me by the heart”
I’m guessing many of you to be first time visitors to my blog by way of Victoria.
Bienvenue to my Buffet! As you can tell, I’ve eaten my fair share of crème brûlée and ravaged the crispy tops of those within arms reach of me too.
People always ask me where I go antiquing in France. A girl can never divulge all her secrets, but I have been known to follow the Rhone from Lake Geneva to the Mediterranean and get lost in-between. Antique fairs, brocante markets, depot ventes and auctions all cause me to hit the brakes. I love to go deep in
the country and immerse myself in the French way of life.
I also brake for the auberge at noon. I’ll never forget on one of my first trips through the French countryside stopping at a roadside mas (farm) that had a brocante sign.
It was the noon hour and the owner told me to return after 2pm. I pleaded my case and told him I was just passing through town and would not be able. He politely apologized and said he was having lunch with his family and I would have to return another time.
Talk about a culture slap.
I’ve come to love the word doucement (gently, slowly) It is how life should be lived.
You'll find me in a pre 1860 Victorian, lovingly referred to as my
Shabby Chateau, complete with turret. Twelve rooms with lots
of cubbies and two outdoor areas, over 3,800 sq. ft., sans the ceiling.
If you find your sense of self becoming too grand, we have larger
or you prefer something a bit more Provincial
If you would like to join me, click here.
Sante, Amitie, Amour