Saving the best for last. It is my squirrely side, the part of me that puts this or that away for a certain time, often undefined in my mind. But when it arrives with a click, I smile inwardly broadly.
And so yesterday evening, after a fit of Ikea runs and practicality…
…we started to unwrap the Art.
Our pieces are not precious…
…the value they have is personal.
But oh, how I was thrilled to see them again even after so short an absence.
Happily, they are not worse for the wear after their short voyage.
It is delightful seeing them with new eyes, in a different environment. Wipe the slate clean and start again.
“Welcome to your new Home,” I whispered.
Have a wonderful rest of your weekend everyone…
Lovely textures and colors…
I am so happy that you are happy in your new home. A plant must love its soil to be nourished by it.
What a beautiful post! The layering, the revelation of the patina compared to the unwrapping and placing of your precious art work. And, then, the lovely welcome home at the end, next to the doorstep.. yours??? The second to last photo made me feel at home; it features teucrium fruticans which is what I have planted along the driveway to my house.
Yes, Heather and Judith, it's always the artwork…mostly not valuable but oh, so personal. Most of ours still in boxes after two years here in France…just waiting for the right spot if we win the lottery and can renovate! 🙂
You sound so happy. Welcome home!
Thank you for this. And it's funny, when I think about packing up this home of 20 years, the stuff I care the most about isn't the furniture or my clothes — its photos and all of our artwork, mostly made by friends.
Oh, that was just what I meant to say in my last comment in " Part One" that Art and Beauty can be like a "companion". Prescious (or should we say pricey because prescious they are always to us) or not, they accompany us a lifetime and are part of the definition of our very self.
The moment to unwrap the art pieces after a move is a magical one. Personally I need to see them around me to know where I came from and to understand where I am going to.
Your photos are beautiful, mixing the abstract with the figurative. And thats still a good thing about the south of France: Patina! You rarely find it in Germany.
Happy for your successful move! Gros Bisous, Silke
By the way, how do the furry creatures of your family like it?
Oh my gosh I love that wooden door. Heather your blog has been such a delight to read these past few months 🙂 I love all of these pictures you share
The various patinas in your photos are charming. Provence is generous in its offerings of such surfaces, especially if one is willing to look carefully.
It's always a treat to visit your blog Heather. Warm regards.
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