My washing machine heard a rumour, just before Christmas, that washing machines of its ilk were setting themselves on fire and so being an obedient little thing, she duly did as she was told and two days after the machines were recalled she started to smoulder, apparently in sheer worry about being left out of the fire-starting posse. #FOMO And so I find myself knee deep in laundry bec[...]
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Its a New Year at BrocanteHome, and that means that I am back at my desk ready to continue on my mission to streamline my Salon offerings and create quite the loveliest, most inspirational homemaking membership online in 2020... And so today I bring you, my Salon and VIP members, The Brocantehome Yearbook: a new product in your library destined to be a month-by-month guide to a life l[...]
On the brink of a new decade my head seems filled with the muchiness of all I want to say. To do. To encourage. And to be. Excitement balanced by the relieved melancholy so familiar to many in the days after Christmas. That it is over, thank heaven, and oh woe is me that it is over for another year! It has been a lovely Christmas. Rich in books, and films and my boys. In the peace of t[...]
Well now, I truly hope you have had the sweetest, calmest, lovely Christmas and that during this holiday you have managed to stay off the internet as much as possible so you could really enjoy those you love without the endless distraction of bleeps, rings and notifications... To this end, I have been quiet: not wanting to harass you, because I cannot encourage you to enjoy the pleasur[...]
Oh December, you really have been the most obstructive of Mistresses! Between the engine going kaput in the car, the miserable black fingers of rising damp crawling through the living room walls, the drama of insisting a reluctant sixteen year old revise for mock GCSE exams unhelpfully stuffed into no time at all just before Christmas, the most preposterous of mean-spirited arguments with[...]
