More Saturday treasures!

Happy girl! That is me. I love Saturdays. Don’t you?
The market was too exceptional to not write about today. Packed to its peak, it is true but also tumbling over with bounty.

For once, I did not buy white flowers as the delicate paper-thin pink was too appealing…

…and for those of you that are wondering…yes, the flower man gave me another free bouquet! But not just any flower either…the first lavender of the season. And yes, they are more blue than purple, tickling my nose (and Ben’s) with a perfume that is soft as spun sugar.
But the fruit! It is positively luscious. Not a word I usually use as it strikes me as vaguely creepy but my other choice was ‘addictive’ which isn’t exactly charming either! I can. Not. Stop. Eating. The cherries! Why did I only get a half kilo? Why? I think that I wrote recently about “edible jewels” and whatever that was referring to is poppycock because these are the real thing. The strawberries aren’t half bad either. The poor things got a bit smushed in transit, so of course I had to eat them to put them out of their misery. We’ll finish them off after a late, late lunch of oysters and a glass of chilled white.

Ah, but time to move on to the goods. Because nothing beats a surprise. And there was an envelope waiting for me when I got home, exhausted after lugging around a filled to the brim panier in the heat. It was from Marsha! At Splenderosa! You see, I am a winna!!! Look at these gorgeous bracelets that I scooped up in a give-away. They are gorgeous and my photo doesn’t even begin to the quality justice. Marsha bends over backwards to keep her prices reasonable, so if you are thinking, “Yes, those are fetching but I could never afford that,” please go take a gander at her shop so you may think again! I will wear these all summer long…

She also included a second surprise in with her card, which that says so much about her generosity. Being in contact with her has been the true gift though. She is one of the wonderful ones who really found her place with her blog as she can bring happiness to so many people. More about her soon but thank you Marsha–for everything!

Now, speaking of lovely ladies, I would be sorely, sorely remiss if I didn’t take advantage of writing this little extra post today in order to wish my Mom a very, very Happy Birthday! Do you see that flower? That is how beautiful my Mom is. I love you!

Sending you all wishes for a wonderful weekend full of treasures great and small…And joyful celebrations to those that are revelling in the Queen’s Jubilee–huzzah! 

The definition of patina

noun
  1. A thin greenish layer, usually basic copper sulfate, that forms on copper or copper alloys, such as bronze, as a result of corrosion.
  2. The sheen on any surface, produced by age and use.
  3. A change in appearance produced by long-standing behavior, practice, or use.

We love that word “patina” (and no, I am not inferring the Royal We, I’ll leave that for the Queen). We bat it around effortlessly as in “Oh, I find the patina on this frame quite charming, don’t you?” But what is interesting to remember is the hows and the whys of the flaky crust, tumble-down and slimy sheen. It comes from use. And age. Just like the little wrinkles, the crinkly ones forming in the corners of my eyes from too much smiling (there is no such thing). So I will leave Sete with the details and trails of a hard work town, well-worn. Not with its heart on its sleeve but more probably, a tattoo over the heart.
Bon weekend! 

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