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Current ArticlesThis feed's current articles are shown below. Subscribe for updates to all the content available in this feed, or click through here to see the original article.  Years ago, I began creating my own cabinet of curiosities—one centered on everyday little sweet things. I imagined that by the time I might have grandchildren, many of these ordinary objects would be unfamiliar to them. I imagine the stories I could weave for them. A cabinet of curiosities traditionally holds objects like skulls, bones,... Read the whole entry... »
 The bread stamp I discovered yesterday came from the Alps… Kathie got it right. Before homes had its own oven, bread in rural France was baked in a shared communal oven—the four communal,- the four banal. Families would prepare their dough at home, then carry it to communal oven to be baked with their neighbors’ loaves. ... Read the whole entry... »
- The Feast of Light
- Let’s Go Antiquing
- Easter Morning
- A Few Things I Saw at the Brocante
- At it Again
  Do you know what this little thing is?
I am not often stomped. But, today I was. I had no idea, but I overheard a woman explaining what it was to another person- well I’ll be darn. I had to take a photo, to ask you, “Do you know where this is?” Can you take a guess? Hint see the X? 
 From Calm Yeah, that is Yann trimming the ivy while standing on the windowsill from the second floor. And, the neighbor decided to take out the refrigerator from the second floor- using a rope that only was tied around the middle. I was waiting for the crash sound. So today everything was calm on the inside, but the outside felt like an... Read the whole entry... »
 Food memories the kind that instantly brings you back to a place, a table, a moment. Years ago, traveling with the children, we stayed in a hotel where they served a pasta with a sauce that wasn’t cooked. Just fresh tomatoes, basil, garlic, Parmesan, and a few other things blended together and spooned over warm pasta. When we returned home, it... Read the whole entry... »
When I go to the brocantes, many things catch my eye—but it’s always the portraits, especially the older ones. The crackled faces, slightly torn, never quite perfect… the ones that have been hanging out in dark attics. If you came to my house, you’d feel it immediately: people everywhere, looking back at you. Someone once told me that... Read the whole entry... »
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