I’ve spent the afternoon doing the incredible.
It was so fun – I simply cannot stop smiling.
Do you have a favorite blog?
A blog that you just love love love?
Do you just jump at the keyboard to open it up when it pops into your inbox?
Well I have one.
Truth be told – many a one…but I digress.
Imagine waking up each day, in Chicago, fresh from a perfectly pretty
You bound out of bed – and there, ready and waiting, right on your laptop
screen is Tongue in Cheek, written by the enchanting and intoxicating Corey
My mother first got me hooked – I must give credit.
Corey’s daily tales are woven from her experiences of living and loving
Her beautiful posts are insightful on so many levels – as a designer, a
hostess, a francophile, a blogger, a photographer, a writer, a mother, a
wife, a sister, a friend, a hunter and gatherer every brocante she can find
– and perhaps one of my favorites – a historian – sharing the meanings and
stories behind treasure troves of vintage collections.
Her tales of are of linens, of letters, of vintage scraps, and moments of
these worn true objects whispering in her ear.
“…life is too short to say no…
I left a beautiful country on a yes for love…
love has lessons that nothing better can give.”
As we headed to France in July, my darling mother graciously, generously
sent Corey a copy of my book, “A Perfect Event”. She emailed her, said I
would be in Provence…so on, and so on.
I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be oh so amazing to meet her – to share
with her how her daily posts bring so much inspiration and love to my life
in Chicago, my mother’s in Connecticut, and so many women everywhere across
I emailed her.
Trying not to sound too big a super-fan.
She of course, being the caring soul that she is, emailed right back, and
we setup a date to meet.
I warned her I was traveling with two small children.
Who can be quite loud, young Americans that they are.
Ever so brave, Corey invited us in, welcomed us with opened arms into her
home in Provence, up in the mountains above Cassis.
Even though on a strict diet, she walked to the Boulongerie, bought the
loveliest pastel cakes you have ever seen…chilled French Champagne…set
antique trays with porcelain, silver, crystal, moroccan tea cups for the
(Ahem – could you imagine how I squealed when I saw those??)
Walking through her gorgeous home, lounging outside in her magazine spread
of a jardin, we chatted and chatted and chatted some more – for many hours.
As you can see – the kids loved every minute of it, just as much as I did.
She spun tale after tale of life in the south…raising her children,
writing, brocante-ing, enterpreneur-ing…each more mesmerizing than the
She’s a Northern California girl, who fell in love in San Francisco.
WIth a frenchman.
Their eyes first locked at the club I-BEAM.
I love that.
H spoke a few words in English and she spoke three words in French.
L’amour followed, bien sur, and lucky ducky Corey moved to south of France.
When she first arrived, her new French husband had a tiny apartment.
Without any “feather-fluff!”
And so her flea market passion began, by transforming their tiny apartment
into a love nest.
And now – guess what?
You won’t believe this DREAM come TRUE.
You can read about her daily adventures at the brocante and elsewhere, by
following her as one of our tastemakers in our new eMagazine, “A Perfect
Event” – launching next weekend.
In our first premiere September Issue, out (online!) next Saturday, we
feature her fully feathered and coifed love nest, in the south of France.
I am at a loss for mere words to describe…
AND – we are opening a brocante together in the eMagazine.
(insert all of Corey’s original three comments en francais here.)
And of course you can also follow the darling Corey Amaro daily here:
Tongue in Cheek: http://www.willows95988.typepad.com