When the world seems dark and cold, I retreat to my mind and envision myself in beauty and light. What other city invokes this in my mind besides Paris? Synonymous with romance and sophistication, it is a city I’ve always longed to see. To see the lights of the city at night at the top of the Eiffel tower would be more dazzling than the starry night sky.
Of course, I had to create something enchanting and beautiful. This is what I did with this jewelry armoire. It is light-hearted, unlike my own heart. There is a frivolity to it that says not everything needs to be practical. Not everything needs to be serious. Stop worrying about matters that are best left to others. Enjoy yourself. Set responsibilities aside for a while and the guilt of desire. Find pleasure in being alive.
I used Hokus Pokus transfers Le Bouquet and Marche Paris. The colors compliment each other perfectly. The exterior and interior is the decor weave called Blush Decor. The colors are from Rust-Oleum Sunlit Brass, Sea Mist, French Cream, and Champagne Pink. I wanted to create a blend of colors like a breezy, sunny day, perfect for strolling along the Seine with a balloon in hand.
Au revoir, a bientot,
“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards, and ancient winding medieval streets–as vast and indestructible as nature itself.
All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower.
Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her–and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.” — Anne Rice