This time last week a friend took me to visit a brocante (the French version of our antique and bric a brac shop) which she had discovered in a small village not many kilometres from the Hillside. I think if anyone had asked me to describe the brocante of my dreams I couldn’t have invented…
Tag: Brocante
Silks, Bobbins and Bodkins
Beauty in everyday things Yet another button fell off a shirt today and in searching through my mother’s sewing basket for a needle and some suitable thread, I realised how many lovely old wooden bobbins she has collected over the years. Some of her sewing treasures have been hoarded, others inherited from her own mother…
