Vintage housekeeping.....the Brocante way.

I am my friends an addict. It's official.I cannot go through the day without checking in to my favourite site www.brocantehome.net If you are already a Brocante affecionado,then you will no doubt be familiar with the delightful Alison and her Lavender scented world,I have been visiting for around four years now,it remains my favourite ever place to be online.There is very little in my life that has not been Brocanted,if you are puzzled by this statement,then take a look,learn ,if you please how to brocante your handbag,your fridge...........your life. Wallow in a world made just for us,Vintage girls who love our homes,our children,our back gardens,sit back and read about Alisons daily dramas,nod your head in agreement or wipe away a tear at her searing honesty,delight in her puttery treats which indeed make life that little bit lovelier,trail through the archives at your leisure and discover a whole new world,a world which can only be described by a favourite word of Alisons as...............................Scrumptious!

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I am a huge poetry fan as you know and you may have noticed I have posted a few poems by the contemporary poet Carol Ann Duffy,who is of course Poet Laureate,she writes of life and of love in a language that is simple yet profound and often her poems deeply resonate with me.This week after a little splurge on Amazon,I became the owner of 'Rapture' by the delightful Ms Duffy,it is a collection of love poems,described by 'The Times' as "Brilliant,beautiful and heart-aching" I couldnt put it better myself! and my choice to share with you today? for its simplistic beauty............Text.

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I tend the mobile now

like an injured bird.

We text,text,text

our significant words.

I re-read your first

your second,your third.

look for your small xx

feeling absurd.

The codes we send

arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,

their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press

will ever be heard.

Sunday,Sunday..........................

Because there is simply no such thing as a lie in at Chez King,I am sat here blogging at what does seem like an unearthly hour.My head feels a little fuzzy,still lingering are the effects of a two day migraine which happily seems to be on its way.Soon I will go into the silly pink kitchen and make strong coffee,I am in a Sinatra mood this morning,crooners were made for Sunday mornings and late nights.The sun is not shining yet,the day seems slightly cooler,I may bake lemon drizzle cake later on and perhaps some cheese scones,I need to go to my allotment and plant sprouting broccolli,I am filing unwanted thoughts of paperwork to the back of my mind,already a 'to do' list is forming in my thoughts.I dont want 'to do' I want to read.The Sunday times,later perhaps a thrilling novel,there are so many on my list.I want to shower and smell of lemons,sit in the garden and listen to the constant chatter of my girls.It is Sunday......