Provencal, Take Two

And so it begins ... the dismantling of 16 years living here in my little house. Time to change things up and move on and into a new phase of life. Some things, however, remain constant, including my penchant for French fabrics that remind me of vacations (both real and armchair). So down from the loft windows comes my Provencal valence, which, with a little tucking and crossed fingers, I fashioned from a yard of fabulous fabric I guiltily splurged on and shipped in from the South of France. A mere 10 minutes and several strips of Hollywood Tape later, and Voila! (Pretty darn pleased with myself, I was.) I can only imagine where this will land (or as the case may be, drape, next). But isn't that the exciting part -- the mystery of the unknown?