Francophile Friday: French Doors Give Us Paws
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| {French Doors Give Us Paws: ink & watercolour illustration by Shell-Sherree} |
I'd lay money a secret society of frazzled home handymen in Paris {should I say 'handypersons' nowadays? Where's my fainting couch, it's all so hard...} spread a rumour once upon a time that peeling paint merely adds a certain je ne sais quoi better left to its own crumbling devices in order to propagate a certain rakish charm ~ say, the architectural equivalent of a three-day growth. {Hard to argue with that.} The inspiration for today's illustration also makes a good case. And with decorative railings like these, the walls could resemble filo pastry and all would be forgiven. {Not to mention the excellent pawholds these beauties provide.} But I vote we wander inside and check out the view from there. Who knows, there might even be a ballroom! I feel a wardrobe change in the air. And on that note...
Happy Francophile Friday to you!
ooh yes ... definitely a wardrobe change is required ... these Parisian windows would surely be hiding something elegant and charming ... entree sil vous plait ...
ReplyDeletelovely work as usual .. have a great weekend Shell x
SO lovely! beautiful job Miss Sherree!
ReplyDeleteShell, you string together the most delightful photographic images in your short tales, tying it all up with your illustration and post. I never skip a link here, I know I will be charmed.
ReplyDeletePerhaps tall ceilings, and magic dust floating instead of dust motes, dk. Happy weekend to you, too. x
ReplyDeleteThanks, sweet Lily! Hugs to you and Priscilla.
Petrea ~ I don't always know where each illustration will lead me, but charming is a good place to end up. Thank you.
Your flights of French fancy whisk me off to such a special place—and our Hugh is just the icing on the gateau! I could be quite happy living full-time in your wonderful world, ma belle . . .
ReplyDeleteI had to search for the paws in that one. Very cute.
ReplyDeleteA scalloped skirt by Dior. The craftsmanship involved is impressive. Fashion sometimes seems more like a collaborative effort. The designer, the perfect body to serve as armature and (unfairly) a room of lowly paid third world women slaving over the cloth and the stitches.
ReplyDeletebtw: I ran the idea of putting French Doors past my "other" I haven't attempted it since
Some days, I think I'd be quite happy living there too, Alexa. :) It's always nice to dream...
ReplyDeleteMargaret ~ I'm glad you found them. I had Ella pose for it especially ~ though she says I don't give her enough pocket money to cover such things.
PA ~ the unfair part of the equation is too true. And not only for haute couture.
No one in Paris will want to fix their peeling paint if they see how amazingly romantic it looks in a Shell illustration! Such a beautiful image. The Dior is not quite my style, but I'm very happy you provided a link to our favorite rakish charmer.
ReplyDeleteCharming ilo -- Macie and I both love it. Windows are especially appealing (a-peeling?) And, of course, there's Hugh....
ReplyDeleteKatie ~ I don't have the height for that gown, but Ella sure would love playing in it!
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to create any excuse for us to visit Hugh, Ms M. ;) And I'm glad you and Macie like the view.
You find beauty in everything. What a wonderful quality to have.
ReplyDeleteCali ~ thank you. More than I can say.
ReplyDeleteI can't help thinking of "shabby chic," although the term doesn't do justice to those French doors and our resident kitty. She always adds a certain je ne sais quoi, doesn't she? And you are so right: I cannot argue with Hugh's three-day growth.
ReplyDeleteHugh is a fine example of love made visible, Susan. :)
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