I've been mulling -- yes, seriously mulling -- about the weekend cadeaux where I included the plastic watering cans. The snail was simply to point out we have quite a few of them (the creatures) hanging around our garden and the stupid pink poodle was to prove what lengths some go to buy something utterly tacky and reputation ruining.
(BTW, I wouldn't own either one of them. My dream watering can is pictured above and I intend to hunt it down at the scores of brocantes in the villages surrounding us out here in the country.)
Whether you're a dilettante gardener like moi meme or the real deal I think you would enjoy a browse through the site that offers items I have never seen or heard of from Victorian times to the 20th century. Included therein is my watering can, the cloche and the Scottie boot scraper. The site is beyond fascinating and I guarantee you will be surprised and enchanted.
And if for whatever reason, you have your heart set on animal motifs I do believe the rooster and the pig are the best route to the barnyard theme. One could actually leave them out in plain view without being embarrassed. And, of course, they're not plastic.
Since weekends have been defined not only as cadeaux for you, but also dedicated to the home and garden, the following story falls vaguely into the mix:
The daughter of a friend of a friend of mine (still with me?) handed over her two children to her mother for three weeks thus allowing her and her husband a respite/vacation from their four-year-old boy and six-year-old daughter.
As I've heard from many grandmothers keeping the little ones happy, busy and at the end of the day exhausted is a major challenge. Perhaps some of you have young children of your own or your offspring are delivering theirs to your doorstep for extended safekeeping and entertainment.
The grandmother, Marie, spends her entire day inventing games; taking them to Thoiry (see my post on the animal park); arts and crafts classes offered at various nurseries -- as in plants and things; and swimming. OK, now I've set the scene. The reason I'm telling you this is because what she does at the end of each day instead of reading her grandchildren bedtime stories she has them tell her the story of the day they just experienced. She made journals for each child, decorated them with their name and drawings, inside each page is dated and may have pictures, drawings, something collected on their expeditions, i.e. leaves, flowers, feathers, whatever. She writes down what the child says and their impressions of the day and then off to dreamland they go.
What she's doing is creating their own history, something years from now they can look back on and smile over their childhood memories; share them with their own children one day and perhaps continue a newly invented family tradition.
A Preview for Next Week: (Though not necessarily in this order because some of the women I interview are not as disciplined as I would like. . .)
- The Week's Top Ten
- Babette's Closet
- Edith's 2009 Summer Skirt
- Non-French women talk about Frenchwomen
- On-the-Street with Brigitte