...and a bit of this...
...and a pinch of elbow grease and the world will look a bit brighter after this Saturday ritual!
Bon weekend à tous!
Yours - up to my elbows,
leslie
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- “Leslie landed in the lavender and olives of Provence in 2004...fork in hand...” so began La Fourchette in 2006. Fast-forward to this moment...with survival issues managed (every ex-pat knows what I'm talking about!), I return to the original passion that brought me to France: photography. A quote from Wynn Bullock (20th century photographer) comes to mind as I define myself as a photographer: "At 42, I decided to become a photographer because it offered a means of creative thought and action. I didn't rationalize this, I just felt it intuitively and followed my intuition, which I have never regretted." Shortly after I began following my passion and traveling to France to shoot photographs, Façonnable picked them up for their US market. A card line was featured at Nordstrom and small French-themed boutiques throughout the US. Now, in the golden wash of light that is the south of France, I continue my psychotherapy practice and passion for photography.
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3 comments:
Which begs the question, WHY don't I fill up my suitcase with big chunky blocks for French savon when I"m there? I love that photo. I'm pinning it! :)
PS Keep the scrub brushes!HA
While I am getting lazier as I get older, I STILL like a clean house. I love the smell of everything after it has been given a good scrubbing, a trait that I know came from my grandmother. She was fastidious about the ritual of cleaning. LOL
Virginia, because those little 600 gram blocks add up when lugging them at the other side! How, you might ask, do I know?!? You cannot imagine the things I schlepped back to the US while traveling here...then *back* to France when I moved here! Really. Trust me on this one. You.Can't.Imagine! ;} Thanks for the 'pin'...I'm way behind on that one.
PS: I'm with you on the scrub brushes...and the rest of housework, for that matter!
Kris, I like that clean smell, too...errr...if someone else gets it that way! ;} I need someone like your grandmother! (Notice: no laughing out loud here. Really! I need someone like her!)
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