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Broc-Xit: The results

Over eight hundred of you voted in my Broc-xit poll.I received over one hundred emails offering kind and inspirational opinion and advice and I truly felt the love. You see when you run an online business for as long as I have, you come to understand that it doesn't wholly belong to you, it also belongs to the community that have long supported it, and it is for this reason that it struck me as important to ask your opinion when I was flailing. I owe you so very much. The results were almost split between closing the Salon and keeping it open in one form or an[...]

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Fallow Season

You have astonished me with your kindness. Your patience. Your loyalty. And above all the gentle advice so many of you have dropped into my inbox. Advice I have been mulling over, turning this way and that and threading into the tapestry of my tomorrows. How lucky I am to have so much wisdom at my disposal. One of the images on my cream vision board says "Surround yourself with strong women": a reminder I don't really need because for so long you have all been with me, rooting for me and travelling through my ups and downs with your fingers firmly crossed on m[...]

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Broc-xit: The Future of BrocanteHome

A few days ago I received a comment here at BrocanteHome that advised me to close the business and take a year off in order to regroup because I cannot teach authenticity if I am not capable of personal authenticity. And after breathing a little sigh of fright, my first thought was that if it was even remotely possible I really would because I am so very disappointed that life is so very difficult I get myself into the most terrible spins, that above all else, affect you. Truth be told, that following my partner being off ill for so long last year, we are tot[...]

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Anne and I: A Month On

And so a month has gone by. A month that began with arms full of hope and ended with the horror of the man I love hurting himself in the dead of night. (I need you to read between the lines here. To read it but not speak of it, nor question its specifics.) “Anne, I don't want to live. . . . Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. I can't even explain. I know how silly it sounds . . . but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that's the rub. I am like a stone that lives . . . locked outside of all th[...]

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The Curse of the Perfectionist

Hmm. Two conversations. Both with men. Not necessarily rational themselves but at least willing to offer opinion where it has almost certainly not been invited. The first with Ste. One coffee in to our morning ritual of two cups of tea and two cups of coffee over the couple of hours we spend together before the day starts on a feast of caffeine and discussion about the state of the nation. Me in floral pyjamas, him ready for work in a perfectly pressed shirt. Him: (Looking at me in a mildly worried fashion). So what happened to writing in your red book?[...]