Yes, it's true.. this is where I grew up.
It is magical, love and will always be home.
All white french armchair with a Le Meurice Hotel pillow that sits in the family room next to a door that opens to the ocean breeze.
A statue made of salt that Grandma Peal left to our family sits under another old bell jar that is now topped with a fanciful paper fleur making the perfect head piece.
Every square inch of their home has something this special. This plaster mold sits on an old console that leads out the French doors into the courtyard.
A quartz bug! They are so CUTE! I have one of my own my mom gave me as a gift and I love it SO much! I think they will be available on French Blue and Co soon.
Then there's Buick! He loves anything new that comes home. He will sit and sleep on everything old. After mom bought a vintage Goyard trunk it was HIS (not hers) for weeks. :)
Sometimes I can't believe I grew up in a home like this. When I go to visit I feel like I am in one of the most beautiful places. I want everything in there and can't get enough of it. When I stay over for a night you feel like a hotel guest but even better as your surrounded with love.