Welcome to the third and final part of my vision for BrocanteHome in 2020. (Ever so slightly delayed due to a child so ravaged by a delirious flu, he became convinced my name was Mr Baker and lost a whole week in the process). But here I am again, popping back on to your radar like the proverbial pretty penny, this time to set out my philosophy for living life the BrocanteHome way now, so[...]
One of the things I am terribly good at is tuning out all the bodily signals telling me to stop. To pause. To rest. To turn away from the screen and put down the darn mop. To listen. To hush the must-do's and to allow myself to sit in the quiet silence of nothing. While I remain a dedicated meditator, still meditation is not "nothing" - it is always something. Sometimes a something tha[...]
It's here! Today is the day. In fact honestly? I would skip BrocanteHome today, pop your shoes on and get thee to the bookshop or click here (aff) and get thy bottom over to Amazon to press please deliver to me RIGHT NOW (they have a button like that don't they??), for twenty five years later, Sarah Ban Breathnach has swept through the pages of Simple Abundance and refined it for every wo[...]
Up until mid- November I am terribly blase about Christmas, and then just like that I am a woman in a fluster. Madonna of the Carrier Bag. She who must not return home from even the most irrelevant of trips unless she is clutching something that will be wrapped ready to shove under the tree, or squirrelled away in her festive pantry: a secret basket full of delights that even he in life-s[...]
It's been ever such a long time since I did a public Life Audit (though it remains a mainstay of my private journaling practise). And so here it is, same format as always with a freshly designed printable audit for my lovely VIP and Salon members here, so you too can hold a thorough examination of all that you are right now... Today I am… Escaping the house because we have had a[...]
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