One of my most beloved pieces is this coffer, from 19th century Provence.
When I first saw this handmade, hand painted beauty in the dusty corner of an antique shop, I knew she belonged with me. And home she came immediately, even though I had to negotiate, twist & turn and practically beg to come up with the money for it.
And again, we ate oatmeal for a month…
But every time I look at it, I feel the sun of Provence.
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