Home Sweet Brocante Home

I wanted to call this post Wordless Wednesday but then the very idea of zipping up my mouth and showing you images without explanation struck me as almost impossible and where I am concerned, slightly ludicrous, because as though who know me well will testify, I just can't shut up... Anyway I thought I'd show you the desk I yesterday declared I was longing to get back to. As you will see it is hardly the living embodiment of an organized mind but is instead a feast of housekeeping books, magazines and inspiration, rather eccentrically scattered with little bits of the kind of yumminess that makes my heart sing whenever I pull up my wheelie white Ikea desk chair, pop my cushion on my knee (I can't work or sit in a chair without holding a cushion and it drives my Dad nuts) and light my tiny little working tea-light...

While I would like to bless it with all manner of puttery loveliness, my desk is Brocante Central, and is by it's very nature a Working Desk and not the rather glorious Victorian lady Writing Desk resplendant with ink, blotting paper and feather quills that I dream of owning, and so there is the requisite ugly old printer, a scanner for my vintage images hiding behind that workhorse laptop, and a tatty old notepad, more of which I will tell you in a moment or two...

Other noteworthy items on my desk? A little nest painting sent to me by the rather talented darling girl that is Elizabeth Greenlea Harrison (From Nevertheless Elizabeth). The china doll that was one of the first items I bought for the interiors shop I owned when I was twenty three. The Laura Ashley Home Sweet Home bunting that Mark bought me last Christmas, credited with finally re-igniting my love of the red polka dot background here at Brocante. The heart shaped noticeboard laden with vintage postcards and correspondence from you my precious  readers. And right at the top of the desk, a print that says "It is up to you to illuminate the world...".

But heavens illuminating the world is a difficult business when you are a single Mummy with a scrumptious (but demanding) almost seven year old, a lovely boyfriend, oodles of wonderful friends, housekeeping of your own, and a book habit you might need to seek help for. But never think, that even in my quieter periods here on the blog, that I'm resting on my laurels. No Siree. When I'm not baking lavender shortbread or spilling tears on to the virtual page, I am always, always, always thinking about tomorrow: about the book you are always urging me to write, about new ideas for the site and indeed about a billion blog posts I just cant find the time to blog...

That unassuming notepad up there? That is one page of ten listing 365 short chapters of the book I have been writing almost since BrocanteHome began. When I'm not writing puttery treats for my puttery posters, or trawling the aisles of Ebay to find treasure to thrill your pure-strings, I am quietly beavering away dragging everything I've got into a book stuffed full of the essence of the Brocante way of life.

And yes indeed, closer inspection will reveal that one day I plan on regaling you with a short treatise on the pleasure's of beans on toast.

I bet you can't wait can you??