French countryside

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Driving from Point A to Point B in France reminds you that sometimes the drive is the Whole Point. That is, the journey itself takes center stage, just that fast.

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Miss Lavender and Miss Zinnia felt similarly. When that Quintessentially French Yellow called, they felt bound to answer.

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(As would anyone with a fondness for flowers.)

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In fact, it occurs to me that Fondness For Flowers is a condition the French must be resigned to living with. (Wink.)

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Because: how could you possibly want to live in the middle of nowhere, unless Nowhere looked like this?

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Blue Shutters, Please

by Becky on April 25, 2013 · 2 comments

in Design, Travel

Andorra to Carcassonne leg of tripIMG_1156

I’m rather taken with shutters. Which were everywhere in France. What’s more, they tempt you to imagine what’s on the inside of the windows they adorn. How easily I could picture myself in that–house!?–barn!? Whatever it was, I already had us unpacked, moved in, and hanging pictures on the (very) old walls. All thanks to those perennially charming shutters.

Once upon a time, I built my own ‘doll’ house out of boxes I salvaged from somewhere or other. Summer of my seventh grade year, I believe it was. And pretty quickly, I realized that the effort of ‘designing’ the rooms mattered far more to me than whether the glossy-eyed things meant to inhabit those rooms ever got to call the place Home. Dolls, schmolls.

If you’re the kind of gal who hangs onto her Architectural Digest mags for years; if you can fritter away hours thinking about how you’re going to reupholster some Piece With Potential you picked up at an estate sale; if you put yourself to sleep at night devising ways to afford blue stone to lay on the walkways of the patio/garden/’retreat’ you fantasize about building, then you are a Blue Shutter Sister.

Welcome to the club. And do come inside, where it’s cozy.

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