Did you ever experience what you know to be a turning point in your life? A pivotal moment when the future felt different and hope burst in your veins and did a little happy dance in your chest?
So it is in my world. As you know so very much has changed here in the past twelve months with Mum’s sudden death the catalyst for the kind of change none of us could have predicted, or perhaps even dreamed of before it. I have moved house. Re-invented Brocantehome (with a heap of hard work and many, many tears of sheer frustration!). Met Ste. Created a lovely business with him. Taken Finn out of the school I thought would shape him. Become a Step-Mum to Stevie.
Dad has closed down his business and upped sticks to move in with my sister in Oxford and that lovely sister is currently re-assessing her high-flying, exhausting career. Needing change. Starting a hat business. (Follow her fledgling Twitter account here). Everything, absolutely everything is different. And for a while it felt disparate. I felt isolated. Up here in the North, while they are down there in the sunny south.
And then this weekend they arrived with AN IDEA. We could they said, bring Brocantehome alive. Give it physical form. Gather our own collections of vintage loveliness and sell it in one of the gorgeous vintage shops to be found in and around Oxford like The Old Pill Factory or The Old Flight House. There is talk of a Vintage Fair on the grounds of the breathtaking cricket club Helen’s husband runs. Dad would, in a throwback to the ten years we spent running a furniture business together, restore furniture he would gather on trips over to France to see friends. Helen would seek suppliers for a range of the velvet cushions we have both long dreamed of making in navy, ochre, cranberry and olive green velvet with pale gold fringing and greying lace trim. Then I would put the name of my company to theirs and a business would be born.
And so we went shopping. Beautiful things were bought. Sample cushions created. Enquiries made. For in this family when we decide to do a thing, we do it, bringing to the party a range of disparate skills and experience that together represent beautiful possibility. It is of course early days. There is much muchiness to be discussed, designed, arranged. But suddenly this Brocante bird of mine has wings. And I do believe we can make her fly.
Stay tuned won’t you? As we piece together our first collection I will of course share it here first with those of you who knew BrocanteHome when it was but the merest flutter of my own frippery and fancy…