Posts Tagged art nouveau

Time For A Good Rummage

This isn’t the post I meant to do but, the two I have in the wings need a bit of explanation and I haven’t got time today.  So, as I haven’t been around for a while and I didn’t want you to think I’d perhaps had a fainting fit and been crushed by cats and kittens and then eaten by dogs, I thought I’d reassure you I’m still alive and kicking with a bit of a quickie, picture heavy post.

By the way, don’t you just love the word ‘rummage’ – it sounds so English somehow, although somebody will probably tell me it derives from some far flung corner of the world but that won’t change my mind.  I also like ‘cribbage’ and ‘pillage’ but wasn’t doing either of those on Sunday morning, it was definitely a ‘rummage’.

 

French Red Transferware Bowl Birds

There have been few chances this year to fouiller (the French version of rummaging which is also a good word but devilishly hard to pronounce properly).  If the vide greniers (empty attics/yard sales/boot sales) so far this year have not been too far away they have been rained off or ill attended by sellers or by me as I have woken up on several Sunday mornings the worse for wear.   Nothing to do with the wine.

Anyway, last Sunday, there was a vide grenier within half an hour’s drive which also had the benefit of being in the village where some good friends of ours have a holiday house and they are ‘in residence’ at the moment, so I knew there would be a cup of coffee and a loo should desperation set in.  Which it did.  Twice.

These are some of the things I found amongst the used bath mats, second hand baby clothes and inexplicably popular albums full of bottle caps.

French Butchers Hooks

Who doesn’t need a sturdy set of hand forged butcher’s hooks?  I did read somewhere that these are often mistaken for something called a ‘cherche’ which was used to lower down a well to retrieve buckets lost by previous water gatherers.  I’m not entirely convinced.  What do you think?

French Soda Syhon in Copper grid

A beautiful turquoise soda syphon with the glass encased in a metal grid – this one copper coloured.  Very art deco.  The pewter top is marked as being from a Brasserie in Amiens which is in the Somme department of France.

L Houzeaux Pewter Vase (4)

A nice example of an Art Nouveau pewter vase signed L. Houzeaux.

French Cutting Board

Because everyone needs at least one French cutting board.

 When I was in the U.K. recently I found I was rarely given a plate to eat from in restaurants – always an oversized rectangular piece of white ceramica, a slate tile, a wooden board or a conch shell.  (I lied about the last one)

You won’t be surprised, especially as I had already bought the red transferware bowl in the top photograph – who could resist those birds? – if I tell you that Mr. Tialys , who usually accompanies me in the vain hope of finding leather working tools at these things, had to go back to the car at this point in order to make room in our bags and arms for more.

Which was just as well…….

French Tian Bowl

this bowl weighs about 3kg.

I couldn’t resist this foxy piece which also weighs a ton but then it is supposed to be a doorstop

Brass Fox Doorstop

I’m pretty sure this is English though being that it represents a fox and a whip.

No leather working tools were to be found but Mr. T. did buy a bayonet knife which also serves as a belt knife.  I do worry sometimes but ask no questions because if,  in some dystopian future, we have to retreat into the mountains and live on our wits, at least we’ll have something with which to both defend and feed ourselves.  That, and the machéte he bought on a previous outing.

Should I be worried?

 

 

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Selfish Saturday

I am off to the U.K. on Monday to visit my parents, my eldest and last, but not least, (well it probably is least but you know what I mean), the Knit and Stitch Exhibition at Alexandra Palace.

I have finished my Colette Zinnia skirt but I am not altogether happy with the pleats and, because I’ve made it in plaid, some might say it looks like I have wrapped a picnic blanket round myself so you can understand my reluctance to model it.  However, when I come back, I’ll style it up properly and inflict some photos on you.

In the meantime, and before I go and hunt down my passport, bag small enough to go in the cabin but big enough to hold a week’s worth of knickers and other necessities, Rescue Remedy Drops (I don’t like flying) and the 1kg stollen cake that I’m taking over for my Dad who is poorly, I thought I’d do a bit of shameless self promotion in the form of photos of some of  the vintage goodies currently in my shop because a) I like them,  b) I need the free publicity and   c) I’m the boss of my blog

French Street SignThese old street signs are such a gorgeous blue – I sometimes wonder how they have become detached from the actual street

regule and marble French bookendsThe use of marble and bronze or regule for bookends and table lamps was very popular in France around the middle of the 20th century.

French Kitchenalia

I love making plain objects look more exciting with the camera.   I think I take my best photographs when I’m doing product photography – maybe its something to do with the possible financial reward!

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Another fanciful one.

French Nous Deux JugI love these ‘Us Two’ milk jugs, the colour inside this one is gorgeous.

Nous Deux SetHere’s another by Villeroy & Boch – this one comes with cups that say ‘moi’ and ‘toi’  they make lovely wedding or anniversary gifts

atomic coat rackA colourful 1950s rack – a nice contrast with the ubiquitous brown I would have thought.

germanjardiniere (5)A bit of art nouveau

Vintage French Jelly JarGorgeous old French jelly jars which are getting very hard to find in this tapered shape now

All these French treasures, and more, can be found in my vintage shop, La Manche,  which is the main (non breathing) competition for my attention apart from my workroom where I occupy myself with things of the creative kind.

Speaking of which, do you remember the lovely French magazines I showed you recently?  Well, bearing in mind Mlle. Tialys the elder’s new found interest in dressmaking,  I found the perfect one to frame and hang in my workroom to remind me of the defining moment when  my passion for sewing and craft in general finally seemed to have rubbed off on to one of my daughters.

La Petite Echo de la ModeNot strictly accurate of course as she is taller than me and neither of us, unfortunately,  are quite as well groomed or have such tiny waists. Tant Pis!

 I will see you when I get back from my spending frenzy at the Knit & Stitch Expo with, hopefully, some tales to tell.

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