The French Pierrot character is alternately frightening and fascinating.
One minute, you look at him, and he's leering at you like the creepy uncle who lived with one of your little childhood friends.
The next, he's the personification of Art Deco, as pristine and fastidious as another little friend's uncle, the one who reminds you of Franklin Pangborn.
If you'd like to see a wonderful selection of Pierrot illustration, look at what seller cygnet2 has on eBay.
Her collection of ephemera has everything from French perfume labels and handwritten menus to vintage European luggage labels and Pierrot post cards. All original and priced accordingly.
Relax with a warm cup of something good, and look up cygnet2's auctions. Find something you can't live without!
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I recall a pair of great old wool plaid slacks handed down to me when preppy was real, not just a nostalgic knockoff. I can smell the cool air and the leaves on the ground. In recent years, it seems like we go from sweltering to snow days with barely a whiff of fall. Maybe we're just too busy to notice it.
My kind of busy these days means flats on my feet. I need to see if our new Nordstrom has a pair like these.
Well, we'll be wearing our woolens soon enough, and hockey will start soon -- the preseason begins in Bridgestone Arena this Saturday night. We've had such sadness in recent weeks -- losing former Predators Wade Belak, Karlis Skrastins and Josef Vasicek. Let's remember them when we first gather, then move on, as they surely would wish.
Drop the puck, and put on the plaids...à bientôt...Tatie
Quick like a bunny, hop on over to the stunningly beautiful blog Aged and Gilded for a nice little giveaway. Post a comment TODAY (Saturday 5 February) because it's the last day for the giveaway. And don't miss their dreamy boutique, Palazzo for a little comfort shopping on a wintry day. à bientôt...Tatie - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Walk along even the most mundane street in Paris, and you'll be captivated by the building façades, with the elegant craftsmanship of centuries-old masonry. As My French Country Home notes in a recent post, the city takes on an especially silver quality on the coldest days.
Look at the newer styles of concrete tubs and sinks, and you'll find the same elegance of hand-crafted masonry, just with a simpler feel. My old favorite, Remodelista Daily, captured it in a Friday feature.
It's as though there's a whisper of kinship among the works of masonry and stonework artisans through the ages. (And no, I'm not going anywhere near all that mystic Masonic stuff -- that's Dan Brown's turf.)
Overreaching? Maybe. But study these two very different kinds of craftsmanship, and pay attention to what you feel. Thanks to My French Country Home and Remodelista Daily for the lovely images. à bientôt...Tatie Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
In my mailbox: Remodelista brings it with a feature on Le Pavillon de Galon, a Provençal hotel within sight of the Luberon Mountains.
What a divine distraction from January cold and the tired, tacky leftover patches of snow!
Le Pavillon de Galon is "a restored 18th century hunting pavilion, surrounded by vines, orchards, cherry and olive trees." If I'm not mistaken, that's a Weimaraner in the photo above, preparing to gallop through the gardens. That, of and in itself, is reason enough to visit!
Also in my mailbox was the daily craft idea from Martha Stewart, a winter diorama to make with kids.
Has nothing to do with Provence or the Luberon or Weimaraners, just struck me as cute and Alpine.
It also got me thinking: What would you do with that crappy ham that came in the can needed for the project?
One idea: Grind it up, and make ham salad. Mother used to make it like tuna salad, with mayonnaise and sweet pickle relish. Great sandwich!
à bientôt...Tatie Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Paris Apartment dedicated her latest post to a box of love letters she found at a Paris flea market. It seemed like a great image to use as I announce that Mike and I were married Friday! The deputy county clerk did the honors, and we left for Bell Buckle, where we stayed in what has to be one of Tennessee's finest bed and breakfasts. Post to come... á bientôt, from my iPhone...Tatie
Nothing delights the spirit quite like a stroll through one of the flea markets of Paris -- les marchés aux puces.
No, the floods did not send me off again to find refuge in La Belle France. But my blog mentor, Paris Apartment, has been over there for several weeks decorating the apartment of a client.
She regularly makes these trips and graciously shares her lovely finds with those of us who start longing for Paris before the wheels of our return flight even touch down.
Her latest post truly cemented the bond between us. She included wonderful images from textile and mercerie stalls at the Vanves puces.
Particularly fascinating are old inventory sheets, the kind kept by a fine fabric merchant, that she found. They are a study in the French ability to turn something as mundane as a business record into an expression of elegance.
She also confessed a weakness for pink chandeliers. Well, who wouldn't swoon over such a treat?
á bientôt, from my iPhone...Tatie
But once the floodwaters receded and we were able to go in and see the damage, I had a marvelous surprise. The roses were just fine! A little mud on the lower foliage, but OK, a symbol of resilience.
None of my books made it -- from my French textbooks to my vast collection of books about dollmaking, embroidery, children's sewing and costuming, many of them older than even me. I'm sad about that. The first night, I was sure all my vintage baby knitting books and yarns were destroyed. But when I got into the house, I found the books in a box with my French design magazines from the '30s and '40s -- all safe and sound, where I moved them in the hasty minutes before we left for safety. And the plastic bag holding the yarn actually had floated and kept it dry! In those first few days of cleaning up and throwing out soaked belongings, there was great comfort and joy everytime I found something undamaged. Another silver lining to this disaster that has challenged the soul of Middle Tennessee: the jobs that the recovery and repair are already creating. Once again: Hope we can believe in. We'll be away from home for awhile as the pieces are slowly dried out and put back together. But I won't stop finding pretty things to share with you, and I won't stop creating, either. Stay in touch to see what the spirit of resilience brings forth. á bientôt, from my iPhone...Tatie