The last traces of Christmas were allowed to inhabit my soft, pretty bathroom. My new pillow and my Old World pink Papa Noel...I've turned it into a little French country... Grays, pinks, pastels...a few laces, and old French Rooster tins that help me tuck way soft, fluffy towels and fresh laundry... My Parisienne flair is a work in progress. Not sure why I fell into the Francophile obsession, but long before I moved in with my mother I was devouring all kinds of books about living French.
My room at school, although I taught Spanish, was covered with French posters, Eiffel Tower, the Paris skyline. I believe it all can be traced to the time I fell in love with a little French town.... In Chocolat. I inhaled Vianne in one wild transfusion... Voila! The metamorphosis was complete.
This little picture of the "Veterinarie" is a smaller replica of the huge advertising poster I had at home and at school! Don't you just love the spirit of that woman with her animals... I love its subtle color, the pretty kittens on her shoulder...
So, a collage of French posters is in the wings for one wall, and other little touches as I come to them... There is way too much color in here for the truly shabby chic heart... But you see, I learned... I'm not truly any one style...never wholly pastels and whites as the truly Rachel Ashwell beauty... Not really primitive all the way... But not truly elegant, nor Old World, but a gypsy combination of what I consider the best of all worlds... One teaspoon of a colonial, Tuscan, Victorian... 100% Moì!
Not going to win any prizes for interior design... Some days....just billows of laundry. Not French Laundry chic...But Missouri washday clutter! ... la bulle éclate......(The bubble bursts...)