Pauline is a big doll made of wood and paper that I found this weekend in a garage sale in the Berry. As soon as my eyes crossed her, my heart got carried away. Her blue glasses eyes were looking at me, I knew I could not let her go. I didn’t know by then her name was Pauline of Nuremberg, from the name of the town she was made by the german inventor of the automaton in the mid nineteen century. But she could have been called Ginette and have been made by the grocer from the neighbourhood  that I could not care less. I love my Pauline.

a big batch of french antique matress linen.

Don’t see any joke in the title, even though, but I like collars of old chemises. The real ones, the false, the broken, the mao, the claudine collars, the big 70’s ones, the tunisiens… I take everything and I stock. An intense blue, a pale grey, whitened. Popeline, chambray, washed, rewashed with a cut which is always perfect.