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The fact that it is it is now necessary for me to blog full time from my (albeit cosy) bed is, I think you will agree, nowt short of ridiculous.

It isn't as if I have got no bones in my legs, nor have I been struck down by a hideous disease. No Siree. I am confined to sleeping quarters because there are too many trees outside my house.

Oh yes. That is my broadband providers excuse for my poor connection. The view is just too nice. And thus the only place I have a connection in the entire house is right here in bed.

So do come gather round. See how I balance my tea on a plate and have myself comfortably equipped with a pretty tin of shortbread. Notice how I have at hand, the essentials of life in bed: namely a mobile phone, a copy of Australian Vogue Living (Where, oh where, oh where is the British Edition??) and a picture of Matthew McConaughey. Feel free to bring me grapes.   

Happiness you see is relative. And the fact that I am probably developing bed sores as we speak is something I am trying not to dwell on.

A person can get used to all manner of discomfort in the pursuit of a pretty blog.

Y'all have a nice day now.

Deja Vu-Doo

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Oh blah, blah, blah, blah blah. I'm even starting to bore myself and I like me.

I suspect you see, that there is, somewhere out in the big wide world, a person who has made a little waxwork doll of me and is, for cheap thrills, sticking red hot needles in it, whenever said person suspects I am looking suspiciously content. I say this because not only have I destroyed all the BrocanteHome design templates, last night Finley tripped over the laptop wire and killed the computer stone dead. A quick trip to the ever so slightly bonkers computer doctors reveals that my hard drive is dead and the matter will cost billions to put right...

However, every cloud has to have a silver lining, because I insist upon it, so here are my reasons to smile past myself this week:

1) My Dad has fixed my tumble dryer. So I'm back in soft towel heaven. Yey!

2) Oh and yes, my Dad has fixed my tumble dryer so I'm back in soft towel heaven!

3) And of course there is always the fact that my Dad has fixed my tumble dryer so I'm back in soft towel heaven!

I tell ya, if I wasn't so bloody miserable, I could honestly say I've never been happier. I've just found the loveliest little first edition copy of Mrs Harris Goes To New York, and I am giving serious thought to nipping over to the bakers and buying a cream stuffed chocolate eclair...

Needs must m'dears. Now stop sticking pins in me immediately. You are on your final warning!

SKEWIFF

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Should you shimmy your way over to BrocanteHome in the next few days and find things looking a little bananas, do turn a blind eye won't you?

I am in the midst of re-designing the site and this could bring all manner of calamities with it... so don't panic if everything is upside down, or even worse, disappears altogether...

It will only be a temporary state of affairs, I promise!

Update: 19.58pm... being the dozy cow that I am, I have accidentally deleted the original  templates and can't revert back to them while I work in a busybody fashion  behind the scenes, so it looks like you are gonna have to watch the changes as they happen!! I'm sooo, sooooo, sorry...

Told you there would be trouble didn't I? I can't be trusted at the best of times, let alone when I start fiddling about with things that clearly shouldn't be fiddled with.

Time Out

As you can see from the picture above I'm going bonkers. This isn't a new state of affairs but some weeks are worse than others in the bonker stakes. My Dad says that like him, if I can't be a good example I am going to have to be a terrible warning.

And so in an effort to gather my thoughts, service my car and finally get around to  remembering that I am first and foremost a Mommy with a house and child incapable of looking themselves, I have awarded myself a week away from my ongoing addictive urge to spill every ridiculous thought I ever have onto virtual paper and concentrate instead on doing all the teeny little things that make my heart sing. Like erm, baking cakes I have banned myself from eating and hoovering lemon scented bicarb off the rug in a facemask.

Not because I don't love you but because the sound of my own voice occasionally gets too much for me...

So I'll be back next Monday. In the meantime do try and stay out of the kind of trouble I  hope I haven't taught you to get into.

Life's Too Short To Gamble Missus

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I am of an experimental nature. This isn't wise, so I suggest you do as I say and not what I do. Because what I say is this: variety might be the spice of life but sticking with what you know means you get to have your cake and eat it.

I am the proud possessor of bonkers hair. Like the rest of me it is badly behaved. The only thing that keeps it under control is a certain combination of shampoo, conditioner and mousse. So you would think that standing in the hair aisle at Boots I'd throw said products in my basket and be done with the entire matter wouldn't you? Sensible hair guaranteed. Bad hair mornings banished. Well yeah, but you keep forgetting that I am Alison and I am stupid.

What actually happens is this: I stand in front of the shampoo aisle and I go well yes there's the shampoo that makes me look passable, and feel a teeny bit glorious, and when all is said and done prevents me landing at the school gates looking like Crystal Tips,  but hey look at this: a famous hairdresser made this one so that means that it will make me look like I've stepped out of Hollywood or maybe erm, Heat, and this one is organic, and oh my this has got added essence of chemical 9784B and everyone knows what that does to your locks. I mean clearly I need it. My life won't be the same without 9784B but oh heck this one hasn't got it but it is on two for one and being one of the nouveau poor maybe organic this and 9784B wotsit that are luxuries I can't afford and you've got to cut back somewhere and hell I'm not remotely vain (ahem) so maybe my hair is the place to start so I'll get the two for one budget stuff and maybe the organic one for special occasions. And then I slurp to the counter with my compromises and my special occasion stuff. Then worry that I'm doing myself a disservice and go back and swap the organic stuff for the paint stripper that is the chemically enhanced super duper fortified with vitamins and seaweed delight with added 9784B and go home safe in the knowledge that none of it will work. 

See the thing is this: I know exactly what is good for me and make it a policy to avoid it with my life.  I mean why have nice hair when you can fuzzy flat hair instead? Why eat a nice salad when you could have tuna melt on delicious white floury bread and give yourself a stomach ache from hell? Go on! Buy the soap powder that makes you itch! Wink at the barman when your lovely boyfriend nips to the loo! Force your feet into heels guaranteed to give you a lifetime of pain! Do it... buy the dubious lavender oil with no brand name because you will save yourself a whole pound that could be spent on a mars bar ice cream. Order an Indian when you felt like Chinese for the sake of expanding your horizons! Find yourself seduced by blatant advertising. Buy a job lot of the toothpaste that makes you feel sick because your friend says it makes her teeth sparkle! Abandon your instincts, flirt with danger, play with fire and for what Miss May? Pray tell... for what? 

Tis a terrible thing is this business of self-sabotage. Happiness is an elusive state of affairs and when you are a self sabotager you go out of your way to shove it a bit further out of reach because there might be something a teeny bit more scrumptious around the corner. Something cheaper, something that worked last year and who knows might work again, something that comes with the promise of unbelievable riches, well behaved hair, sparkly clean towels and two for one orgasms. Something, you know, a bit better...

Even though you know without a doubt that it is all fluff and smooth tongued nonsense. That added 9784B in any area of your life is merely the stuff of ad men's dreams and you already know what works for you. That life is too short to gamble away a good thing for the sake of a cheap thrill,  too precious to pick an argument because you feel suspiciously content or spend three weeks walking around with bad hair because you bought the stuff and you are going to damn well use it...

Find what works and stick to it like glue. Become it's biggest fan. Buy the company if you must. But for heavens sake stop compromising. Stop making life sooooo hard. Other people exist to do that for you.

Now go have a nice day.

The (Slightly Demented) Happy Boogie!

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Housekeepers, from tomorrow I will be back online full time. No more haunting libraries or harassing my Mum. Broadband will be live in my living room. Normal service will be resumed: regular posts, inane meanderings, scrumptious stores, desirable auction items, book recommendations to die for, forum posts, puttery treats and emails answered in a timely manner...

I'm so excited to be back. Love you all.x

Pink Skies.

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My mornings have been blessed with the washing line acrobatics of my resident robin. My elevenses taken in front of twelve windows full of winter pink sky. All is well, but the slates fell off my roof and landed in my laundry room, my broadband connection is hopeless, and Christmas is but a sniff of sherry away...

And so yet again fate steps in and forces me out of my virtual world and into the one fragranced by mince pies. The universe says enough! Be in the moment.  Laugh till you cry  at the pantomine and cry till you laugh at  the antics of your son dressed as a squirrel  in his school nativity play. Brush off the over anxious diagnosis of  dyspraxia by a nursery teacher clearly confusing chatty enthusiasm with the very modern need to label every child brimming with life as "special" and worry that you are going to arrive at Christmas morning having forgotten to buy something important for someone very special indeed. Attend yet another Hen night. Wrap the whole house up in brown paper and hope against all hope that in the blink of an eye you will be sitting at your Mum's Christmas table watching your sister shove tangerines down her bra while your Auntie Barbie stashes all the Christmas Cracker gifts down hers, with the madness of commercial frenzy over and only the chaotic bliss of family to be enjoyed and loony amounts of chocolate pudding available to fill your thighs with.

All is well.  Nature is  rosy and strangely still.  Society a teeny bit bonkers. Light bulbs keep popping and my text messages arrive via Saturn three days after they should. My computer doesn't work and my tv keeps freezing. So I'm hearing the world loud and clear. I'm hearing promises of tomorrows and the giggle of my happy little robin doing his trapeze act. I'm missing you all. Missing my lifeline to the world outside my berry wreathed door and enjoying the peace that is always my calamity driven life.

This weekend there will be a German Christmas market and mulled wine in gloved hands. Gift wrapping and chocolate coated flapjacks. Stocking fillers and  twinkly lights. A morning in the garden and the horror that is the possibility of snow or frosty car windows on the school run...

Enough I think. Enough for me at least. But back soon Sweeties, I promise.

Vote Now!

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Or for ever hold your peace.

Ladies and Gentlemen (because I know you are out there: delurk this minute!!) I am really rather deliciously being dragged out to the countryside for four days so won't be about  to see which one  of my five favorite entries in The Puttery Treats Challenge tickled your fancy most of all...

And so in no particular order, my top five posts came from...

Chaya at Kosher Whine.  (Hilarious  and oh such good fun!)

Mimi From Little Sips of Tea. (Exquisitely written and as always deliciously inspirational)

Grace at Rose Cottage Lane. (Tear-jerkingly lovely)

Victoria at Vintage Tea. (A yummy, snuggly, cosy post)

And Elizabeth (an email entry hosted by me). (Because it's utterly gorgeous)

While I only wish you could all be winners it is now over to you to choose the loveliest ode to a puttery treat or two...

Simply browse the posts and then click on your favorite in the poll below... and when my wellies and I get home we will announce the winner of a bundle of housekeepery loveliness, festive treats, Mrs Beetons board game and rose creams to die for...
So good luck to the short-listed few and many many thanks to all of you for making what I hope will be the first of many BrocanteHome Challenges, such good fun...

Puttery Entries.

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Let me begin with a huge big thank you. The Puttery Treats Challenge closed on Wednesday and I have been absolutely delighted by the quality and range of posts you gorgeous housekeepers have submitted...

Below is the list of all the entries submitted. By tomorrow I will have my shortlist of five entries which I will then ask you to vote on, but until then do enjoy all the scrumptious inspiration gathered here...

Vee From A Haven For Vee.

The Machinists Wife.

Genevieve From It's Only A Paper Moon.

Jenny From Tea Party Girl.

Malin From Malin Maskros.

Lorrie at Fabric Paper Thread.

Lp From Coyote Creek Road.

Cheryl From The Pines.

Melanie From Vintage Belle.

Laura From Laura Irrigang.

Gayla From Oatmeal and Whimsy.

Victoria at Vintage Tea.

Anita at Prairie Dreams.

And 2nd Entry From Anita  at Prairie Dreams.

Midori From Pretty Little Blog.

Jennifer From Style Your Home.

Mimi From Little Sips of Tea.

Chaya at Kosher Whine.

Maddie at Domestic Anarchy.

Gena at These Foolish Things.

Polly From Counting Your Blessings.

Grace at Rose Cottage Lane.

And finally Theresa and Elizabeth who submitted their entries by email....

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The Puttery Treats Challenge.

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People! With just seven entries to the Puttery Treats Challenge at close of play I am possessed by the urge to extend the deadline to next Tuesday the 20th of November and to throw in Mrs Beetons Board Game and some to die for Rose Creams to an already scumptious box of Brocante treats...

Get writing!

Brocante NoteBook

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I'm kind of loving my new Notebook. I've been meaning to create a BrocanteHome shopping guide for a housekeeping lifetime  -if only because I'm hoping it will act as a visual reminder to all those lovely little stores around the net when I finally get around to Christmas shopping with any degree of real committment to the matter....

And so this my friends, is it.

Do let me know if you discover any scrumptious little boutiques  I really shouldn't miss...

The Puttery Treat Challenge.

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The first entry to the Puttery Treats Challenge comes courtesy of Grace at Rose Cottage Lane who has written a beautiful post inspired by this puttery treat...

Make a ritual out of tying your old love-letters together, bundling your children's first drawings or making pretty piles of scrap fabric prettily wrapped.

I'm really excited about this competition, not least because I'm hoping it will inspire you to create  some truly wonderful Vintage posts and  in the process we  will  all get to know each  other a little better ...

And for those of you have asked...

You can submit as many entries as you want to before the closing date.

And for those of you without blogs, send your posts via email to me, and if you make it onto the shortlist I will host it here for you to enable my readers to vote...

Good Luck HouseKeepers!

Things To See and Do.

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In the nicest possible way I am happy to declare myself a Twitterer. From now on at any given moment you can click the Meanderings link at the base of each post and discover exactly what it is I am doing. Yes it will be mostly dull stuff. Yes it isn't going to change your life but once again it satisfies the egotistical little busybody living inside me who clearly can't get enough of herself. Do feel free to join in the fun...

And in the meantime come browse the Brocante Notebook: from now till Christmas there will be a daily (erm, ish) link to a gorgeous site, book, etsy or ebay seller with none of the usual fripperie and nonsense I usually wrap my blog posts in... just a pretty picture and a link will, I think, suffice....

Because we are all excessively busy in the Autumn aren't we? But not, pray tell, too busy to enter the BrocanteHome Puttery Treats  Challenge surely?  Or  download the Christmas Planner so you can float into the festive season on a  cloud of serenity?

Come on, chop chop, so much to see and do!

P.S: BrocanteHome is today coming from a rather scrumptious new laptop given to me courtesy of my brother in law Louis. I am planning on letting him sit next to me at the Christmas dinner table and will forever be in his debt. Thank heavens for six foot two sized mercies. Mwahh Lou!x

Quick Note.

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Just to let Brocante Toolbar users know that you can now  download  all the planner pages directly from your toolbar, so you don't have to trek over here and make polite conversation with me, before you download your daily planner...

Unless of course you want to that is...

Coolest Toolbar Contest Winner!

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Goodness the things that happen to you. First you meet a man happy to cook you bangers and mash and keep you going with a steady supply of chocolate cake (I'm the bestest secret keeper in the world aren't I??) and then you win a contest you didn't even enter...

This week the BrocanteHome  Community Toolbar won the  Conduit Coolest Toolbar Contest and was bestowed with compliments  the likes of which I haven't heard since I went to the sixth form school dance in a green mini dress and suede over the knee boots, looking, for all the world, like a cross between Kate Bush and Robin Hood...

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"This toolbar does a fantastic job of utilizing the most suitable content delivery functions for the content being delivered. For instance, BrocanteHome Chronicle updates are sent out via 2-way messages, rather than by RSS, so that community members can comment directly on the updates, in the same space. Perfect for this community."

Ehud Zagury - Software Team Group Leader

Promotion

"BrocanteHome promotions are sugar and spice and everything nice. They manage to tread the gentle balance of matching the site perfectly, yet still succeeding to stand out."

Brock Kaye - Director of Business Development

Style

"By far the most stunning aspect of this lovely community toolbar is its design. It's all elegance. Not only does it smack of high-class tea party, but replete with the blog's signature polka dots, it appears as a completely uninterrupted extension of the site. As the BrocanteHome Toolbar download page puts it, the toolbar is 'The most scruptious way to stay in touch with the BrocanteHome community'. I could not agree more."


Hai Habot - Manager of Publisher Affairs

Yey! BrocanteHome is officially cool. I have officially got appallingly awful sartorial taste and just for the record the bangers and mash was served with a weird but really rather delicious combination of gravy and baked beans...   

Never mind. May life always be a prize winning bean sprinkled beach.

Happy Birthday To The Blogosphere!

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The world of blogging was ten years old on Saturday. 

Imagine that... a world without blogging! A world where I didn't feel the urge to share my remarkable capacity for turning my life into one long comedy sketch, and a world where a women called Nancy would never have been given the opportunity to tell me to keep  my silly opinions  to myself and  get a sense of humour! A world where one  astonishing women after another didn't reveal themselves in all their  mind blowingly creative, all too  human glory, where oceans still mattered and Mommies from New York couldn't be bestest friends with Farmers wives from Suffolk without enduring marathon postal delays and crackly phone lines.   

Doesn't bear thinking about does it?

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of talking to a remarkable man with a burgeoning and fascinating interest (and astonishing knowledge thereof) in modern feminist politics. The world of blogging was not something he knew much about and as I sat there trying to articulate the astonishing women I had encountered during the three years I have been blogging, the opportunities blogging has offered to so many of us, the tiny businesses leveraged across continents by sites like Etsy and Ebay, and the networks and relationships we have all been lucky enough to forge, I could see his incredible mind ticking over as I spoke...

"So" he said "What we essentially have here is a new wave in feminism?"

"Well, ermmmm, yep, I guess you could call it that..."

"Women" he said "Combining and above all else, celebrating,  their creativity, and harnessing their business skills to produce a way of life that allows them to be independant, satisfy their need to express themselves, and bring up their children without compromising their need to parent the way they see fit, nor feel demoralised by keeping house?"

"Indeed" said I.

"Wow" said he. "It's a cultural revolution!!"

And maybe it is. For me at least blogging has represented a very personal revolution and for that  I  will be forever  grateful...

Happy Birthday to the blogosphere. Who knows where  it's going to take us. 

The Daily Mail

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Rumour has it that I will be gracing the pages of The Daily Mail within the next few days...

As soon as I know for sure I will let you know.

101 More Things About Me You Don't Need To Know.

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But I'm vain enough to want to share.

Forgive my introspection. I'm trying to remember who I am.

1. The pink cardigan I am wearing in the picture above is my favorite garment in the the world. (My Mum has wonderful taste). I have loved it into holes.

2. There are knickers in my drawer I have owned for seventeen years.  Yes. I'm cringing too.

3. I sometimes find myself struck dumb in conversation. I'm not half as articulate in real life as I am on paper.

4.  I burn cakes on a weekly basis. It is the ovens fault.

5.  Thunder and  lightening makes me cry. And yes I know it's only God playing bowls...

6.  I like reality TV more than I should. I suspect it makes me a bad person.

7. I  pout in pictures. If there is a camera in the vicinity, I'm there: pouting.   Somebody show me how to smile.

8. My favorite thing in the world is going to the tip with my dad. It reminds me of being a little girl.

9. When I was seven I had a teacher called Mr Hadaway. He lent me his ancient copy of The Hobbit and I have loved reading ever since. He taught me what it is to have faith in someones abilities. To believe they can.

10. Cooking fish terrifies me. I'm convinced I'll kill whoever I inflict it on.

11.  You mustn't  touch my belly button. I will hit you if you do.

12. Blame Helen. She once shoved a fork in it.

13. I was a runner up in the Elle Magazine Talent Competition when I was 18. They invited me to The Groucho Club,  but my Mum wouldn't let me go. Mother!!

14. When I  closed my eyes as a child I could see  an old lady in a velvet  cloche talking to me.  But I could never hear what she was saying. She's gone now and I miss her.

15.  There is always  a candle burning somewhere in my house.

16. I disappoint myself on a regular basis. Terrible thing is disappointment.

17.  Sometimes the mess Finley makes, makes me want to scream out loud. I can't live with it, yet often find myself too tired to do anything about it.

18.  I won a place on  a  prestigious  knitwear design degree course  when I was nineteen. Couldn't knit then. Can't knit now. But apparently my inability to knit wasn't an issue as I was texturally inclined. I didn't go. Being technically incompetent scared me.

19. Sadly I'm falling out of love with magazines. Its been a life long affair.

20.  If I don't like  a person I can't look them in the eye. It's an affliction I despise in myself.

21. I like eating corn on the cob drowning in so much butter it runs down my chin.

22. I do the internet dating thing. It makes my mum want to punch me.

23. I'm not as green as I should be. I put an empty tin of beans in the bin yesterday and  I can't  stop worrying about it.

24.  Somebody needs to tell me that swinging a pretty bra from a doorknob does not a decorated house make. Especially when its a not so delicate size 38dd...

25. I am a member of the happy happy world of Haribo. I looooove jelly sweets.

26. My sense of  "home" is integral to who I am, but it isn't wrapped in bricks and mortar. I could leave here tomorrow.

27. I'm not remotely political but my sense of what is right and wrong is well-honed.

28. My teenage diaries make me laugh. I love that teenage me. She didn't know how pretty she was.

29. I'm not sure what kind of car  I drive. But I know it's a scrumptious shade of minty green.

30. I'm five foot seven tall. Just in case you have ever wondered.

31. I would have received a first class honours degree were it not for the fact that I failed  the computer element of my course.  Oh the irony of it...

32. Buy me sunflowers and you have bought me a little bit of happiness.

33. I've taken up ordering pizza on a Friday night and throwing myself a little party.

34. I adore the fragrance of old fashioned face powder.

35.  My Nana had a pair of snakeskin platform shoes I  still covet today.

36. I suffer from blog envy. It isn't healthy.

37. I have a gold tooth. Finley calls it my mouth earring.

38. I never watch the news. Never, ever, never.

39.  I quite fancy Russell Brand. Is that wrong??

40. I'm aching to wash my hair in Vosene. Just for a trip down memory lane.

41. I can't get enough of white tea at the moment. It is delicate- like me...lol.

42. I can't be dealing with people who litter their textual conversation with nonsensical nonsense like lol. What's all that about??  Lol.x

43. When I worked as an interior designer I was constantly irked by my clients notion that the right wallpaper would make their house a home.

44.  Finley lies on my head a lot. It isn't comfortable, but  I can hear his heartbeat.

45.  Watching re-runs of the The Rugrats on video is my most secret vice.

46. Actually thats not true.

47. I  never wear a watch.

48. I go to bed when I'm tired. Whether its 8.00 in the evening or 2.00 in the morning. I'm good at listening to my body.

49. I once told my parents there was a petrol station on fire around the corner, and lo and behold, when we got around the corner, there was a petrol station on fire. Plainly I was a spooky kid.

50. I carry a glass of water to bed every evening and never, ever drink it.

51. I fall into besottment (yes, I made that word up) very easily,  (and out of it twice as quick!) but I've only been in love twice.

52. I'm just mad about (Saffron) carrot cake. But not with sultanas thank you very much.

53. I consider dried fruit to be the work of the devil.

54. I don't think I'm anywhere near my creative peak. Give me ten years and help me shake off my appalling laziness and damaging fear of success...

55. I'm astonished by other womens interest in material possessions.

56. I spend more money on food and wine than I do anything else. It is the stuff of life.

57.  I don't believe in saving for a rainy day. But occasionally I wish I did.

58. I can't bear the sound of other people breathing. Most unfortunate it is.

59. I fall in love with creative women a lot. I don't want to sleep with them. I just want to know how it feels to be them. How their minds work.

60.  I would sell my soul for an antique Aubusson rug.

61.   I want to marry a man like him with the big moustache from Its Not Easy Being Green. Someone with ideals. And dreams. And a creative mind I am astonished by. Oh and can-do. Yes, thats what I want: a man with can-do...

62. I once spilt a whole can of cream emulsion on a clients new sisal flooring. And nearly threw up in sheer horror.

63. Three hours after Finley was born by ceasarean section, I remember watching Mark sitting in the hospital armchair reading a newspaper, and knowing then that things weren't how they should be.

64. I'm not a very good Yummy Mummy. I can't be dealing with discussing sleeping patterns and faddy eating habits. I get bored and say naughty things just to change the subject.

65.  I say naughty things  a lot. My mouth runs away with me.

66.  I could eat watercress  till it grew out of my ears.

67. I feel like a fake. One day someone is going to catch me out.

68.  My kitchen is falling down. Tis a depressing state of affairs.

69.  I don't want Finley to be an only child. The thought of it breaks my heart.

70. The rudest woman I ever worked for wanted me to go the toilet in the field behind her house rather than use one of the six beautiful bathrooms in her house. Oh those Goddamn Nouveau Riche...

71. I have the most appalling knees.

72. I cannot abide sunbathing. Drives me doo-lally.

73. Sunglasses make my nose ache. So I wear them on my head and squint a lot.

74. I trust the universe implicitly.

75. Plonk me in the corner of an art gallery and I'm happy.

76. I'm a people watcher. Constantly offering them imagined lives and noting their quirkiest traits down, ready to inflict them on the characters in the novel I'm writing in my dreams.

77. My fridge died last week and every scrap of food had to be thrown away. It struck me as bizarrely liberating.

78. Intelligence excites me.

79.  Never lend me anything. I will l-o-s-e  it.

80.  I'm a talc fiend.  I sprinkle it all over the place and tell visitors  Finley ran riot with the  lavender scented Johnsons.

81.  I never eat breakfast cereal.  Thats not normal is it?

82. When The Daily Mail came to photograph the house last week I shoved the laundry into bin bags and dragged it out into the car. Please don't tell anyone.

83.  I am more relaxed  having an afternoon bo-bose on my Mums sofa than I am anywhere else. It makes me feel safe.

84.  I wasn't that fussed on Paris.  Give me the Lake district anyday. Am I missing some kind of romantic gene?

85.  I love poetry. But I can't listen to it spoken out loud.  I can't hear it that way. I need somehow to internalise it to understand it. And more than that I don't want the character of she who reads it to taint the meaning  I bring to it.

86.  I don't believe in organised childrens activities. Finley is left to his own devices   much of the time and his imagination knows no bounds.

87. I used to paint my lips  Paloma Picasso red and pretend I was one of Robert Palmers backing singers in the video to "Addicted To Love"...

88. I can't remember who I was between the ages of 25 and 29. Where did I go then? They are my lost years.

89. Watching Anthea Turner shape a towel into a turtle in her very silly housekeeping  programme made me want to burn my pinny in housewifely shame.

90. I want to be Helen and steal all her beautiful clothes.

91. I never look at my reflection head on in the mirror... I kind of slope up on myself.

92.  I like modern art: or at least I like the idea of having to think about it. To layer it with my own emotions and make sense of it in any way I can. I like being forced to think.

93.   I am my own worst enemy. Always have been. I swear I go out of my way to thwart relationships and creative endeavours.

94. I'm a different person to who I was  last year though aren't I?  I love it that you know me.

95.  I can't do long division.

96. I'm turning into a Youtube addict. People are just sooooo crazy. I love it.

97. My arms aren't as hairy as they used to be. Why? Has life sandpapered them smooth? Why isn't life sandpapering my legs or my godforsaken bikini line??

98. I used to play Gregorian chant music all the time in my little shop. It was a nice place to be.

99. But I was the worst shopkeeper in the world.

100. Life hurts.

101. But I can't remember being this content before...

 

The BrocanteHome ToolBar

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I woke up this morning and thought well now, seen as I am  footloose and Finley free I could spend the day in bed. Or take a three hour bath. Or polish my knitting needles. Or take Woof the toy dog for  a  walk  around the neighbourhood...

Or I could  do something  constructive instead.

So equipping myself with a pink tin full of poppy seed shortbread and a porcelain mug overflowing with builders brew, I balanced my geriatric laptop on my knee and set about creating the all new, all singing, dancing and probably somersaulting Brocante Home Toolbar...

Oh will wonders ever cease? This my Darlings, is the Vintage  Housekeepers fast track to heaven. The answer to my prayers and the lazy girls answer to staying in touch with all the goings on Chez Brocante...

Never again do you have to schlep (I love that word!) between the Chronicles and the forum in the faint chance that there is something new to read, because this wonderful toolbar will tell you whats new, whats hot and whats not. Whether I have hauled my sorry ass out of bed long enough to offer you something scrumptious or whether Betty from Ohio has come up with another "must try" recipe for corn beef and cabbage.  No more will you need to tra la around your email sites, type in the web addresses of essentials like Ebay, Amazon or Etsy, or wonder what the weathers going to do three weeks on Wednesday because it is all there Sweeties, sitting in your browser looking pretty. Wanna send me a message? Click message and fire away.  Wanna see who else is online?  Click chat and off you go.  Search everywhere  from the archives  of  Brocantehome to the  vaults of Ebay via a quick tour around Google or the dictionary. Add  Itunes, a calorie  counter (if you  are that  way inclined), a mini tv, or  heaven knows what else in the gadget section, and best of all, click the two little arrows on the furthest right hand side of the toolbar and wile away the hours with Brocante Radio (actually BBC Radio 3, or Classic Gold or whatever takes your fancy really...)

I'm plain old thrilled with it. Go download it and say Hello!

Kabut! Kebang!

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Never, ever, never rest on your laurels. Never say I am taking time off to drink home-made lemonade and fall in love with Monty Don. Don't spend too much time floating in a bath of rosemary salt or slip into bed before it is even dark four nights on the run. Don't plant opal basil, cut night scented stock and arrange it in a vase next to your bed, or spend an entire day mastering the conundrum that is the gluten free cookie. Don't play snakes and ladders, buy yourself a new handbag, or console a broken hearted friend at the nursery gates. Don't cry through Joan Didions Year of Magical Thinking, make forests full of broccolli trees for your babba or spend an afternoon just watching cartoons with him, because that is all he is up to doing. Never wander around the local Lavender farm. Don't bother making a carrot cake or tomato and chorizo soup. Say no to sheets kissed with residual sun, and a child free Saturday all to yourself. Don't, please, whatever you do, garden in gentle May rain, laugh at Diary of a Nobody so hard you cry, or line your linen cupboard in scented paper....

Because my Darlings, if you do, the universe will pay you back by making your computer explode when you finally decide to switch it back on again.

Thus BrocanteHome will in the short term be coming to you from various locations around the North West of England, while I figure out how to replace a laptop on a budget that is stretched by bread and milk...

If I could send hand-written letters to each and everyone of you in the meantime, I would. But never mind. A change is as good as a rest.

Domestic Paradise

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It is a good day. I've had strawberries  sprinkled with orange blossom water for breakfast, and there is  Formby Asparagus soup simmering on the stove.   I've got a  line of lemon juice bleached tea towels swinging in the breeze, Marthas coffee strudel baking in the oven and joy of joys, there are teeny weeny green strawberries on my plants (Bizarre! Plant and they will come!). My head is buzzing with a hundred and one things I want to do in and around the house and garden, books to read ( "A Solitary Summer" has just landed on my doorstep) books to write, plans for Brocante to make, junk to sell, eyebrows to pluck, purple sprouting brocolli to plant and songs to dance to...

I'm alive with it! But I don't feel like blogging. Some days I  just want to be instead.

If I had a proper job I would call in sick. But I haven't. There's just me, whacking myself with a big stick and creating obligations that only exist in my head. So if it is ok with you I am having a few days off. Days to dream, and plan,  and bring crazy notions into fruition. A chance to hear myself think and fill the freezer with summer soups...

A short holiday in domestic paradise.  

Thirst For Knowledge

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Another week over and what have we done?

All of a sudden it is Saturday again. The last Saturday in April, with temperatures apparently rivalling  Mexico and garden centres heaving with well to do old ladies and me.

For the most part garden centres in Britain get a rather bad press. Over-priced, under-stocked and indeed purveyors of all that is half dead and out of season. But not the one a few miles down the road from me. Yes it is a tad expensive, but oh look at the service! See wandering around the a-z of herbaceous perennials a man with a daft hat who will tell you everything you need to know about that obscure little plant in your trolley and should he fail, will happily accompany you to the garden education centre wherein lives a vast shedful of bearded men of knowledge. It is wonderful. So I have spent the morning there. Plodding about in blue garden clogs I shouldn't really leave the house in and learning everything there is to know about lavender so when I get around to it, I can pull up the weeds in the front garden, plant myself a lavender garden and re-name the house Lavender Cottage...

I have in the past week found myself drowning in information. If ever my thirst for red wine rivals my thirst for knowledge I give you my permission to send me to rehab post haste. I am stockpiling books like they are going out of fashion. Reading into the early hours of the morning, and standing brushing my teeth with a book propped between the taps. There isn't a moment to waste!  There is so much to learn.  Veins to fill with  ideas I've never before considered and a cavernous mind waiting for the spark of my personal literary grail...

I have almost given up cooking. Slathering home made mackerel pate onto fresh sticks of French bread instead and trying not to see the crumbs scattering between the pages of another best friend. Drinking espresso late at night so I can live to finish another chapter and fiendishly doing battle with she who dared to reach for  the musty old book of my dreams at  a rather fuddy duddy fleamarket this morning...

And  all because I have fallen in love with Beverly Nichols.  A man who knew what it was to live, to plant, to decorate and at  times to merely pass the time away meandering around his garden. A hilarious man driven to the point of distraction by bad taste and ill-mannered staff, and indeed a man who recognised the joy of dailiness and sought in anyone of his beloved homes, a sense of oneness with every item it held...

This is a literary crush if ever there was one, but readers, darling readers, expect more. I have at last committed to writing a BrocanteHome book and if I know myself as I think I do, I suspect it will be an age before I put pen to paper, convincing myself (as I already have) that what lies dormant in my mind is not enough to create anything worthy from until I have sandwiched it between the knowledge of every housekeeper who came before me, every woman who was ever dumped and every mommy who knows how it feels to want to feast on her babies life...

Why I do believe this is called PROCRASTINATION...

Happy Monday.

Just a quick note to say I am aware that there is a display problem here this morning. It seems to only be affecting those viewing BrocanteHome through Internet Explorer (I use Firefox and all is well), and I have contacted Typepad and await their response...

In the meantime go make yourself something scrumptious for breakfast.
And do accept my apologies...

**Update! I have removed the You Tube video and the matter is I think (?) fixed...it was me all along!**

Keeping Myself Amused.

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I've just been curled up in a ball laughing in an irrational fashion. What silly beggar persuaded me to turn BrocanteHome into a podcast?? Never have I heard anything so funny as the delightful mechanical little man reading out my posts and putting a whole new spin on every daft sentence I've ever written...

Feel free to endure him daily on your ipod as you waft fragrantly around the house in a polka dot pinny...

The Scarlet Pimpernel.

Footsteps

You seek me here, you seek me there, God bless you, you find yourself seeking me everywhere. But it is not as though I'm hiding, I'm just stupid.

In January I hit upon the crazy idea to have all my emails in one place. So I arranged to have  two of my email accounts forwarded  to a third. Or so I thought.  In actual fact only one  set of emails was being delivered to my Gmail address , while the Yahoo  account was busy keeping them all to itself, and trusting in technology and my own efforts to control it, I gave up checking the Yahoo account and just thought nobody loved me anymore.

Until yesterday. When to my horror, I opened my Yahoo account and found over 1000 emails I have missed since the beginning of January.  Clearly I'm an idiot with a capital I.

So today will be spent answering emails and dealing with a lotta lotta I should have addressed two months ago (Paola, I hear ya! Lets do it!) . Please accept my apologies. I have rang the doctor and asked for a referral to  the dizzy specialists. The matter is now in hand.

Please use the Gmail address for now and very soon there will be a "Contact Me" button in the sidebar...

Brocante Boutique

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Oh I know. You all think I've been doing something utterly scrumptious and neglecting you on purpose, but my Darlings that would be only half the truth...

I have been navigating all manner of minor crises (More on which later!) and spending the rest of my time re-inventing the Brocante Boutique to bring to your attention the teeny tiniest of puttery treats to brighten up any given dull day, a whole lotta treasures for your comfort drawer and the most scrumptious of gifts to bestow on your favorite housekeepers...

Go have a browse, while I tackle an unimaginable mountain of ironing, and later I will tell you the one about the car stuck in the mud, the one about the little boy stuck in the house, and indeed, the one about the chicken fat...

P.S:  I'm having technical problems here on Typepad today, so if things look a little batty in the sidebars please bear with me....

HouseKeepers NoticeBoard.

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Close your eyes for a second while I bore you with a couple of essential little Brocante notices.

1. There is now a link to the new forum in the top menu as requested.

2.  I have finally got my bottom into gear  and divided the  HouseKeepers Auctions  into  British and American auctions. Dear English girls, I do think as much temptation should be put in your way as  is offerered to our TransAtlantic friends, don't you agree?

3.  By the end of week I hope to have got Amazon.Co.Uk lists sorted as well, because nothing cheers me up quite so fast as the thud of a new book on my doormat.

4.  Very soon, My  Media  Room will be online  with details of new advertising opportunities  on BrocanteHome  for  online  Vintage Boutiques.  Email me if you want more details in the meantime.

5. As soon as I have finished faffing about with the format of BrocanteHome, I will be back to more prolific posting. I do so miss the sound of my own voice.  So heaven help us all...

Brocante Search.

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Today Nonnie asked me where the post on "The Prettiest Fridge In The World" was, and so I stumbled into the  Brocante archives to search for it. And search. And search. And search some more. But it had disappeared into blogpost heaven and I was no help at all to one of my favorite Housekeepers desperate to decorate her fridge...

And so I have installed a search box. Search the web, or search BrocanteHome. I am irrationally proud of the whole matter.
So Darling Nonnie, type in  "fridge" choose  "search this site" and lo and behold you will find  every word I have ever written about  refridgeration including the elusive "pretty" post...

And do find time to type in the word "scrumptious" and see just how many times I have (over) used this delicious little word in the course of my blogging career...

The Brocante Salon.

Goodnews

Oooooh, look, look, look,  look!

I know it has  taken me forever and a day, but I have finally managed after a bonanza of technical troubles, to get the new  BrocanteHome forum online!

Oh yes, after the sad demise of our last lovely forum, it was necessary to re-invent the Brocante Salon from scratch- and so I give to you my scrumptiously pretty new forum, with a fine selection  of avatars, self-editing facilities  (so if  you make a mistake in a  post  you can go back and fix it!), and  bestest of all, a chatbox at the bottom of the page, so if you spot me or a fellow vintage lover online we can have a chat in real time!

I'm almost beyond  myself with excitement. So come register, introduce yourself and say hello,  cos it's just no fun chatting on your own...

Meet you there?'

P.S: The new forum differs slightly from the last in that you need to click on the category titles in order to see each subject: just clicking on the "last post" in each section will only show one single post and you won't be ble to follow the conversation thread or view  other conversations in the category...

If you see what I mean!

BrocanteHome Calendar.

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In a bid to get my life back on track I finally got around to updating the BrocanteHome Calendar. Sign up for email or RSS delivery and you will recieve a daily reminder of your task for the day as well as a teeny tiny puttery treat to make your life that little bit more scrumptious...

HouseWives Wisdom.

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It's here: an area of BrocanteHome dedicated to all the words of wisdom you, my kind, lovely readers have submitted  over the past  two years...

Over the  coming months I will be posting  much of the advice, memories, recipes and  offerings you have taken the time to send in, and will be highlighting some of the occasionally incredible pieces of writing left in my comment boxes...

I do hope you enjoy it- God know's you must be getting sick of listening to my constant twittering! And after all, it is you, my scrumptious Housekeepers, who have made BrocanteHome what it is today...

Come see!

Coming Soon!

Festival

The HouseKeepers Festival.

A weekly celebration of all things scrumptiously homely. Contributed by you. With prizes!

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The Brocante Salon.

A fabulous new forum and members area where we can natter  to our hearts  content...

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HouseKeepers Wisdom.

Showcasing all the very best advice contributed by you over the past two years...

Forum Frighteners.

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Ugh!! It's driving me nuts, so it must be sending you lot off your trollies.

No we do not need Viagra. Nor do we want to take up online gambling, nor visit dubious websites featuring unspeakable acts. We don't want to and you, you  nasty, horrible forum invaders
just aren't  getting the message and quite frankly you are ruining our fun...

So I've tried and tried to keep up with them. I've deleted posts and banned ip addresses on our once lovely forum, but Housekeepers quite frankly dealing with this nonsense day in, day out is enough to send a person around the bend.

So,