I have been in a "Paris state of mind" lately...Missing the flea markets, the patisserie, the confisserie...I could go on, but to those of you who know me, I'm a bit of a broke record when it comes to Paris.
I've named my new "Penelope en Paris" It's the fourth intro we've done of the Teatime Floral series...The color palette is slightly muted. It looks great in with "tea stained" fabrics.
It all started with the piece of a slipcover that I found at a little stall at the now famous Cligancourt flea market just outside of Paris. I'll never forget the experience I had buying that scrap of fabric...
So there I am in this little lean-to fabric shop in one of the alleys in Cligancourt. It's one of the little shanties that seem like they have been there forever. There are all sorts of tassels, shawls & embroideries hanging in fragments from the ceiling, with piles of large fabric scraps of every description: huge drapery panels, parts of old quilts, you name it..all over the floor. The aisles are tight and the people, and as you might expect, are as eccentric as the day is long.
I spotted a lovely 19th century floral scrap of cotton out of the corner of my eye. I moved over to it and began examining it for the quality of the printing, the repeat sizes, the motifs. I loved it, but I stood around with it in my hand, thinking about what to do with it...it seemed a little sophisticated back then. I closed my eyes and the next thing I know I feel a tug on the fabric that I was holding. Opening my eyes a woman in a "get up" that was a cross between Vampira & a Nicholas Nickleby character, had her paws on the fabric I had not yet relinquished.
She clearly wanted the fabric that I had in my hand, and she wasn't giving up until she had it...
I'll finish this little tome in my next blog, when I tell you the rest of the story and show you the other cover from our new sales presentation booklet....it has some unexpected twists & turns and a trip in the Chunnel...so stay tuned.
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