Brocante Girl's home was built many years ago, and subsequently stripped of almost all its original character. All that really remains of the 1940s is a wonderful whitewashed hearth in the kitchen, which serves as a backdrop in many of the brocante photos.
Having attended to the necessary but decidedly unpicturesque behind-the-scenes elements (heating, wiring, plumbing, insulation, etc.), it is now time for an injection of charm.
A chipped and mottled old French shutter, standing almost eight feet tall, has moved into the bedroom.
The walls, previously dull avocado, are now an airy pale oak. Cloud white covers the lavender patches on the ceiling.
La petite Parisienne hangs gracefully in the center of the room.
And a bed? Oh, yes. A cast iron bed with beautiful rosettes and crisp white sheets.
Santos against weathered wood.
A wooden printer's tray filled with antique medicine vials. 89 tiny compartments to house small treasures.
