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French Friday: Au Petit Bonheur la Chance

I spent the summer of 2007 living in a charming little studio in the Marais, quite literally a stone’s throw from the Place des Vosges. I would wander haphazardly throughout the neighborhood (and not-so-neighborhood!) everyday and always stumble upon some amazing treasure — whether a somewhat hidden park, a quaint corner café, a chock-full used bookstore, or (my personal favorite) a hodge-podge overstocked vintage store. I discovered Au Petit Bonheur la Chance about my 4th week in Paris that summer; from that point onward, I visited the shop at least once per week. And by “at least once per week,” I really mean “twice or more.” It’s a teeny-tiny place with a GARGANTUAN personality, chock-full of varied papers (think vintage children’s school notebooks, vintage wine labels, vintage postcards…) and kitchenware and toys and old signs. It’s located at 13 Rue St. Paul, just off the Rue St. Antoine in the historic St. Paul neighborhood of the Marais (close to the Place de la Bastille and the Seine).

Serendipitously, I was clicking on a bunch of random links earlier, when I came across the Interior Divine blog, which just so happened to feature a post (yesterday!) that provides beautiful illumination into precisely that dear little shop!! I was BESIDE MYSELF! (not literally, though. That would be awkward.)

So, without further ado, I offer you the following images, which I’ve graciously pilfered from Interior Divine, since I’m a total loser and was clearly way too busy gawking at all the vintage finds and drooling over myself to even entertain the thought of whipping out my camera while I was there. (D@mn!)

So, here you go…







Christmas stills…

I went to Ohio to spend Christmas with my mom in her new house in a new town. Because Santa is brilliant and magical, He still found me. And He gave me these:


I made a family tree for my grandmother for Christmas (with a little help from Paper Source and my Scotch Craft Stick!):



And then my mom put Becky-dog in a dress. Humiliation ensued, and Becky refused to look anyone in the eye. 


Here ‘s a mixture of things I made and purchased for my mom (note: NOT a doggy dress):


My mom lives a town over from where Thomas Edison was born (Milan, OH), so of course I was a nerd and had to go:


Edison wrote these really sweet/artful notes to his daughter, Madeleine:


The Edison’s kitchen was lovely and located in the basement of the house:


Meanwhile, back at Mom’s…Christmas ornaments:


Becky and I played Hide ‘n Seek . I won: