Candes Saint-Martin, my favourite spot in La Touraine.

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Brocante or Garage Sale

Another fortnight to go before my mother moves into her service flat. The moving company is booked and we know what to take and what to leave behind ... although the list of things to move is getting longer every day. I intend to respect my mother's wishes, but already know that the flat is too small to squeeze in all the stuff she's is adding to the moving list.

Once she's settled in, we'll start emptying the house ... an even bigger challenge than the actual move. We know of some charity organizations which will be happy to collect most of the furniture. 

Last Sunday my cousin and her husband came over and gratefully accepted some of the more valuable items of which my mother wanted them to 'stay in the family'. My cousin's husband advised me to put the rest on the internet (eBay) or put it up for sale at a 'brocante' or garage sale. However, after my one and only eBay experience which turned into stalking-like affair in May 2012, I'm very weary about the whole thing. And I just don't have the time or the opportunity to attend 'brocantes' (vide-greniers) or to organize a garage sale.


I have found another possible 'outlet' for some of the more practical stuff though: our company's intranet. Last night I put several items for sale: two vintage (1950) seats, a bed, two Thonet chairs (19th century) and a pair of brand-new goat's wool socks. Using my 'marketing- copywriting experience' I gave the small ads an extra touch! And guess what? This morning I already had an offer on the two 1950-ties seats. It's less than I expected, yet better than giving hem away for nothing. I'll wait another day or two, and if nobody comes up with a better deal I'll sell them to the lady who was first to react.


I wonder if anybody will put in an offer for the socks! Do I detect a raise of hands there?

Friday, 2 January 2015

January 1973

Now that my mother has started packing up in view of her upcoming move later this month, she's emptying drawers and cupboards. Every day she's showing me more photos of some of my ancestors who died long before I was born. There are even some she never met, because they lived in the 19th century. By the look of their clothes they seemed to be rather well off, although almost all of them were farmers. Of course, I suppose they put on their Sunday best to drive into Brussels - with horse and cart - to have their photos taken.

But there were also three or so photos of a more recent date. A portrait of myself at the age of maybe 2 - 2.5. So that would put it back to 1959. And then this one ... yet more recent, but nevertheless taken 42 years ago.

New Year's Day 1973.
Left to right: my aunt, my cousin R., my uncle (my father's brother),
my grandmother, my mother and yours truly.

My father is not in the photo because he was the photographer. My grandmother was 78 or 79 at the time and my mother 45. Some people say that at that age she looked like Grace Kelly!  I was on the verge of turning 16 that year.

The photo was taken in my mother's current house. After my grandmother died in July 1977, my parents renovated the place. Today this is my mother's drawing room, Soon it will be somebody else's ... 

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Wishing you ... a ...


To you, my dear readers and your families, 
my sincere wishes of happiness, good health, fun,
friendship and love.