Petite Scenes from a house .........

The flea markets of France bring me so much joy.The smallest imperfect things are my favorite. A divine pink document tied with old string.................perfection.
A Heavenly face of a Ange and a guilded bird...sends me flying.
A little silk , crystal and ribbon in a urn. Ooh la la la la la la. I will start listing my little french flea market finds for you all to enjoy soon.The 8th of April is almost a month away,should the torture begin now? Bonne Weekend :)

Charlottes Brocante..........A place of Magique

Twice a year Charlottes Brocante comes to life...... When the lights go down the show begins. Dream and reality hold hands for the night.
A billowy ballet costume with gauze and net blushes as she makes sure her skirt looks frothy.................
as she stands in 5th position watching the...............
angels fly around collecting all the flea market treasures from France picked just for them .
This little angel flew in from my friend Simply Chateau Shirley( in between shipping all my brocante goodies and cleaning out a chateau attic in Normandy.I know its like she makes up this stuff up.) I'll supply the brocante and you angels bring the magique.

Life is sweet .......... Brocante anyone?

When I think of sweet I think of my children(most of the time:)
Having four of them I have quite the variety, kinda like candy. Instead of jordan almonds ,marshmallows, sugar wands and mint balls ......... I have.... one graduating in May moving to Hati, one that has moved home in his third year of bible college, one freshman who is driving me nuts uh, I mean driving the car and one who is conquering the 7th grade.They are all so different in needs and wants.
One thing they all have in common is they know how to twist their mom up in knots. I get so busy with all the sticky sweetness of them I forget all my bloggie friends are waiting for the brocante.I think April 8th sounds great non?

Brocante Booty

I am so fortunate to be able to add to my collection every time I go to France. I had these books from my last trip and added on...................
....a beautiful 18th century rosette to the top of the books on my mantle .J"adore!
... two gorgeous green urns faded in the sun of Le Mans France hitched a ride home in my suitcase."You are over the weight limit the baggage agent says." "I am "? Not a surprise. It happens everytime. 30,00 euros for a extra bag of 50 pounds not too bad. Then she says,"Be careful next time". I wish I could explain I had run out of room in my carry on as I had three sets of angel wings and a glass candy jar with finials inside of that. That would have been hard to make her understand especially when I would have had to end with................
I had to put my heart in my pocket. Crazy brocante loving americans. We are shameless.

Whats on the Menu................

I arrived home from Paris two days before Thanksgiving. (As Shirley calls it my first Christmas. Those english folk do not know what they are missing.) What was on the menu for me was the second Christmas and I was in charge of two parties, one daughters 13th birthday and a little wedding reception for my niece.115 people move the furniture out of the house reception. No big deal. Did I mention I was in charge of all the flowers? At least I did not have to cook. If you click on the menu above you will see what they were having for dinner 1898 style in France. At the second course of oxtail soup I lost my appetite fast. With all I had to do it looked as if my mind was close behind.
But all was not lost. I knew I would have a stunningly beautiful table this year. Upon arrival to the Chateau I had the most delectible confection waiting for me. A beauty and I mean beauty of a tablecloth from the Hotel Ritz Carlton in Paris. Shirley, the best antique truffler I know had not one, not two, but three of these. Who has one of these let alone three? As I was coming over the ocean they were selling like hotcakes on Ebay and she saved one for me because she knew I had a couple of napkins to go with it. Or maybe she gave it to me because she would get some sick sense of humor picturing me ironing it. This is Shirley we are talking about.I love her but love the tablecloth even more. Thanks you old tarte. Yeah, I went there . You english people know what that means don't you ? That means street walker in your neck of the woods. Street walker. As a english american person I can tell you I did not know what it meant . I assumed that it was a very fun way of saying I was sassy,you know me being so innocent and all. So picture me 7 hours into a international flight with a 9 year old english boy sitting next to me starting to act sassy.I told him" your a little tarte aren't you"? His eyes open as big as silver dollars (Or pence or quid whatever you fish and chips lovers call money) at the same time his brother in front of me turned around as the 9 year old screams" Mummy, she just called me a tarte!!!" She thinks he has misunderstood as his brother says he heard it as well no mistake.I then had to explain that my friend used it as a term of endearment. You can imagine her thinking what kind of friend I had as I myself had to ask myself the same thing.I then realized I had a wonderful fun loving friend who would throw me under the bus kind of friend. I immediately started thinking of ways to get her back. Oh yeah ,she taught me the W word too which is for wally ,which means stupid. I had to find that out the hard way as I spoke to her daughter the first time and said Hello, Wally and she said "Why are you calling me stupid?" I have had to learn English lessons as well as French to hang out with Shirley..... I could go on on but will stop for today.
I got the tree trimmed...........................
.........and the mantles decorated. This is a precious angel that was used in theatrical productions. I got three of them last year at a flea market in Nimes . Living in 120 year old house I have six mantles to decorate. Before you get all jealous you might feel better knowing none of them work as they only burn coal and our heat bill for December was 492.86 but they look fabulous................
....... and speaking of angels , one of them is missing their wings as these came home with me. O.k so you caught me. So, three angels are missing their wings cause three sets came home with me. Is it a crime? Yeah, a crime of passion. One of them moved to California to French Blues house as they don't like the cold Oregon weather. She can offer them the fresh ocean breeze . I know they will be happy there. These came from Clingancourt in Paris and when I saw them I was screaming on the inside. I marched up and took every pair they had off the wall as quick as I could. I would have had four but this sweet English lady ran all the way to get money to buy a pair and I felt sorry for her so I let her have one. She said, "thanks wally" and was on her way. Just kidding. I have only seen these in magazines and I don't know if you can see the laces hanging off of them but that was so the children could hang them off backs for the Christmas Pagents at the Catholic church.Thank you Jesus for Christmas and soft grey white hand sewn wings. I think he is the best for coming up with all these good ideas. I will show you more treats I got if you want me to tomorrow. Bonne Nuit Ma Belles. I love you Shirley girly....and Janet from French Blue too!!

Au revoir for now Paris......

I arrived back in Paris for a afternoon of strolling by one of my favorite places,the Jardin Luxembourg. It is a huge park in the middle of the city. This planter was oozing with pink daisies. It just makes me weak in the knees. I love pink and the Frenchies do too. A match made in heaven.
... and of course they had windows decorated for Chistmas in Pink.I tell you that is tre chic . Who needs red and green anyway?
Certainly not these pooches who had their holiday finery on lounging upon none other than a pink rug.

For kicks and giggles this window had pink pom poms in a box. Delicious.

As night fell I thanked God for another trip to France. I still am in awe that you can get in a airplane and fly across the ocean and 13 hours later arrive in Paris. This was the sixth time we have met and we are still getting to know each other but it looks like Amour to me.
I mean were else can you go and sleep on pillowcase twisted up like a tootsie roll?(that is pink I might add.) Sweet dreams were sure to come my way.
Until we meet again Paris,I bid you adieu.

Paris bound again

I fluffed my pillows for the last time........
As I did I thought about all the nights I slept under that glorious box beam ceiling and I could not help but giggle remembering my party Shirley had for me upon my arrival. All of her english friends came to meet me inculding a Countess from the village. NOT! All of her cronies had lunch before I arrived and they hatched a plan that would involve a countess and her chauffere coming over for apperitifs. Shirley told me I had to bow or courtsey and follow the cue from the countess to know what to do. As I greeted the"Countess" complete with fur coat Shirley was in the corner wetting her pants seeing I looked like a dear in the head lights........ So now you know why I tease her a little as she has it coming.
I was the first guest in this "new room". It was adorned with a precious chair having original upholstery and dreamy ribbons carved on the top .It looked so stunning with the little banner with a B in honor of ....
the Chateau Brueil
As I glanced back for one more look I snapped a few last photos of the chateau.
I guess I know were to find her....J'adore Mon Ami Shirley