It does seem like it was many moons ago, but looking over my pics I remember what fun I had on my recent trip to Paris, hunting for haberdashery. The Abbesses area is great for textiles but I was hunting for trims and hardware. Rue de Saintonge in the Haut Marais has a handful of shops for maroquinerie, or leather work. I walked past these on many occasions, but naturally I made my largest purchases on the day of my departure. Gerard Diffusion is a small and dusty store near the apartment I was staying in in the Canal Saint Martin area. Not discouraged by Monsieur Gerard's gruff announcements that all items would require a ten piece minimum purchase, I blazed ahead in my best French, asked lots of questions, bought as much heavy metal as I thought I would be able to carry on my cheap flight to Milan the next day. By the time I left said Monsieur had transformed into a charming gentleman, keen to assist should I need to order any items from overseas. A big tick to Gerard Diffusion.
Don't leave home without a few little gifts when leaving on an overseas trip. You never know when that occasion will pop up where you will want to give something you have made yourself (because those things are priceless), or some local speciality. I made these mini clutch bags before my recent trip to Paris and the north of Italy. One side is leather and the other is a funky waffle weave that contains some silk.
I was delighted to meet a gorgeous actress in Paris to whom I gave the pink suede one. The bronze metallic leather one went to a dear friend in Venice.
Checking the pet rescue site for me is the equivalent to watching a good movie on the television - something I don't have much time for but that I love to do. I often wonder woefully if we will ever get a dog- it is hard when you live in an apartment most of the time and your country abode has fences that tribes of wallabies can get through with a hop and a skip and no problem whatsoever.
Apparently there is one dog to every seven people in Paris. Having been there recently, that is a statistic that I am happy to believe. They come in all shapes and sizes and are happy to meet you wherever you may be. The doggy in the window was in the Rue des Vinaigriers just around the corner from my apartment near the hip area that is the Canal St Martin. On the other side of the canal at the famous Hotel du Nord I couldn't help but drool over the excitable pup at the bar. Not far away, but in many ways worlds away, I came across the curiously proportioned bulldog wandering purposefully around the suitably sophisticated Places des Vosges. Oh Paris - I hope I get back to you soon!
When I am not busy sewing down at our island retreat, I love spending time in my organic edible garden or in the kitchen.