Hello me Darlings, welcome to Autumn at BrocanteHome! Today I bring you a newly revised and refreshed Life-Book edition of my cosy guide to all things Autumnal –…
My very, very favourite month is almost upon us, and although September has a terribly special place in my heart, there is no doubt that the shift into…
Domestic Situation Maybe you’ve heard about this. Maybe not.A man came home and chucked his girlfriend’s catIn the wood chipper. This really happened.Dinner wasn’t ready on time. A…
I am stalking a lady with auburn hair. Not literally. I’m not prowling around her garden or trailing her around the supermarket. I’m not that weird. I’m simply…
In the garden the purple speckled strands of whatever it is growing out of the blue watering can have tangled themselves in gorgeous knots through the fretwork of…
Last week I loudly and not so proudly declared the necessity to SORT MYSELF OUT. And thus began a new well-being regime, much compromised by the dailiness of…
When life feels hard, puttering away my troubles is the answer. And so I wander through my days in floral pajamas topped eccentrically with a pink jumper, fussing…
Heavens to Betsy, something has got to give. I have turned into a sloth. All blah and hanging about achieving very little and indulging in a most unbecoming…
“Who built this house?” “‘Twas I,” said Man. “My brain conceived the perfect plan. My muscles worked with wood and stone”. Then, asked The Spirit, “You alone?” “Yes…
Do you remember a few years back when I recommended “LilaBean – a Book About Simplicity for Grown-Up Girls”? Well who knew there were two more books in…
I remember this as her kitchen, the one room in our house where no one questioned my mother’s authority— her cast iron pots bubbling over on the stove,…