The sweet life


Tea with milk rusks <3

This weekend I spent 3 days at the seaside, in the lovely family house of my friend Anne-Solange (who writes the sweetest blogs in the world, and which will propose very soon a great to become the Queen of instagram method, do not miss it).

It was a very long time that I had not taken a few days for me. I am the type to say “Hashmi Sunday I have nothing screwed up !” and that one looks at me with round eyes (kind who is this crazy ?) before you answer me “It's the principle of the non-Sunday ?”, I still live at bottom, I want to do a thousand things all the time, return a maximum of projects in my use of time because I am enthusiastic.

Then these three days of sweetness, slow, from “There is almost nothing at all” themselves are stretched with delight and I have the feeling of having spent a week in this small house.

We did a couple of meals, but most of the time each was looking for a piece of bread, butter and a bit of cucumber (It has still managed to eat non-stop all day like that). Everyone stood up when he wanted, to find others to the fire trying to chat over tea : morning tea, the digestive, 5 pm tea…

We went fishing clams the first day and see the exceptional tide cover submersible road to say that there was something this weekend (and it was very nice) but in reality it has not left the salon.


I spent most of my time in a couch in pajamas to chat, with a book that I was flipping through from time to time by hand. Sometimes someone would go to the piano and sought a moment to reproduce the one and only song that I learned when I was a teen (My mom ended up send us the score and it was recopied on music paper).

Make a fire in the fireplace, read, chatting, drink tea, eating toast, do piano… I had the impression to spend a weekend of 4 daughters of Dr. March. I have even made the dippy to run to exhaustion on the beach as if I was pursued by a monster.

I realize how much I need those little things. J & rsquo; grew up in the countryside, in houses and small apartments, but always on the edge of the forest. Nothing put me more in joy as on Sundays to go to forest, in the rain, It ran everywhere and after it was dry with a hot chocolate by the fireplace. I do not know why I voluntarily deprives me of everything for years.

A want to do too much I away from the essential…


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31 "comments on"The sweet life

  1. 11 April 2016 at 9:10

    I so understand your feeling…

    I love the city but I have so much need of nature. I feel guilty when I do nothing, to the point that, suddenly, I can't even enjoy this inactive moment. It is really walking upside down…
    Yesterday morning it was fine, at 9:30 I told my husband, go preparing a picnic we'll walk bike with the faith of 3 years and eat Saône. We took our clique and our slaps, It is left to walk, We ate, There are laughs in the grass, It picked up flowers, observed birds. It took just, and it was magical.

    My next goal, have a garden, all costs.
    Take advantage of the present moment, at all costs.
    Live what… :-)
    (The inspiration of the Monday morning before my madness of the projects and actions will resume top) :-)

    Nice day to you and thank you for this post, Oh how much speaking for me :-)

  2. 11 April 2016 at 9:30

    Know to relax really, This is an art! :-)
    Your weekend made me want… a book by hand, clams, air-iodine, buddies…

  3. 11 April 2016 at 9:48

    I also have this way of making, and sometimes I feel ridiculous to run after all at the same time. Both and so some days of rest make me tired more than my days work (It speaks well of those who make me get up to 4 in the morning yes, oui).
    I yet well made at the time when I was in College the most important work was the breaks, but since I went in robot mode.
    thank you anyway, I feel less alone :-3
    Du coup, aujourd’hui, Sunday surprise to celebrate!

  4. 11 April 2016 at 9:53

    My motto is enjoy the small pleasures of life, could not detach from this motto if we appreciate what you are doing ;)

  5. 11 April 2016 at 10:15

    I find myself so in your text…

  6. 11 April 2016 at 10:39

    Haaa I so agree !! Why this need to maximize every minute of his time and that guilt of the yet so beneficial relaxation! Peux - being that our hyperactivity prevents us from thinking too…
    Sugar Crabs

  7. 11 April 2016 at 11:29

    Maybe I'm a UFO, but I do feel never guilty when I do nothing, first because my health forced me to slow down very often, and then because I'm learning more and more to live in the present and that the moments where nothing is done give us energy for the other times. These small total cuts of relaxation with friends are essential.
    The first picture with the tartine (the butter knife and the family dishes) is very soft.

  8. 11 April 2016 at 11:30

    It is nice of to bewilder the very simple. It reminds the priorities.

  9. Lisa Forques
    11 April 2016 at 11:32

    Alors vive le chocolat chaud, dans le canapé avec LE plaid tout doux alors! (Ma vision parfaite aha)💙

  10. 11 April 2016 at 14:15

    Not always easy to take the time to relax, but it's so good to disconnect and just enjoy, occasionally. :)

  11. 11 April 2016 at 15:00

    Me I also grew up in the countryside (in Normandy but in land), and it is the same, the ballads in the forest, la pluie, hiking to pick anything up and climbing trees made my childhood (There was even an outfit for school and an outfit to trudge after and pass under the barbed wire of the fields)

    I live in the city now but more it's going to, and more I see to buy me a small piece of junk with a garden…especially a garden, to wake up in the morning and out in pyjamas see what time it is, doze on the grass and make the barbecue with friends until no time…
    Bonne semaine!

  12. 11 April 2016 at 15:27

    I feel that this article will find echo in many readers… :) It is a real challenge today to take his time! Long live Sundays, spring, tea and happy sobriety!

  13. 11 April 2016 at 16:52

    Bonjour ,j ai aimé ton week-end .et moi je suis adepte de la glandouille attitude .je suis d ailleurs en train de savourer un petit massage pendant que je surf …. Et j ai savouré le premier petit-déjeuner dehors en pyjama en joie d être à la campagne d avoir un transat un bouquin et le calmeJ avoue que lprsque je travaille (je suis infirmière libérale) I n have not too much time then when I have time I take and I love it .

  14. 11 April 2016 at 17:55

    Hello Eleonore,

    I surfing on the web and I came across & I had the impression that it was one of your photos (scale and shoes) but the link does not refer to your page.

    I do not know how you functions at the level of permissions on your photos then I allowed you to current.

    Good day to you !

  15. 11 April 2016 at 19:18

    Tiens , a little saying I put note on my desktop:
    A to all carry out front, the risk of losing the flavor.

  16. 11 April 2016 at 21:46

    What a pretty item ! By reading, I had the feeling of the perfume iodized Brittany so dear to my heart…
    (I do not know where the House, but for me, la mer, This is Brittany, point ! )

    Simple pleasures are the best. Nothing delights me more than reading a good book under my duvet, have a picnic with my friends or enjoy a good fireplace crackling (ULTIMATE LUXURY) !

    I am thinking more and more leave Paris…

  17. Marie Christine
    11 April 2016 at 22:17


  18. 11 April 2016 at 22:28

    Beautiful musical notes…

  19. 12 April 2016 at 8:44

    Les photos son magnifiques. The sky and the sea on - they out there really this color ?
    It makes me want to throw me into a train to check :-)

  20. 12 April 2016 at 10:48

    Very nice article full of sweetness. This is stupid maybe, but reading your article, I have the impression of me being months also rest a few days. The magic of your place has operated

  21. 12 April 2016 at 12:56

    to want “do too much”, you have managed to make a still as exciting at the end of blog 10 years old, you created a site, mounted your box, given rise to an event connected around the wedding, fact 2 books, traveled all over the world, awesome stuff experience. Blow 4 days between girlfriends it feels good of course, But what is going 365 days per year to massacre of the clam in pyjamas it is really you ?… In any case it would be much less fun to read you.
    Personally I vote that you continue to do too much ;-)

    • 12 April 2016 at 22:16

      Hahahaha thanks it's funny this recap, especially coming from you who read for so long. It is true that I really like to do thousands of things, but I also realize that if I ask myself not a little from time to time I start too suffer the pace instead of continue to be enthusiastic ;)

  22. 13 April 2016 at 8:57

    I like your article. J’ai grandi à la montagne et on se promenait tous les weekend, peut importe le temps qu’il faisait et j’adorais ça ! La cueillette des champignons sous la pluie avec mon père fait partie de mes souvenirs préférés.
    Je n’ai d’ailleurs jamais compris les gens qui ne sortent pas de chez eux par ce qu’il pleut. Achète des bottes en caoutchouc et hop sort t’amuser ! ;-)
    Bon il faut dire que j’aime particulièrement la brume et la pluie… (d’ailleurs cet été je retourne en Écosse, pour la 3e fois, ce n’est pas pour rien).

    C’est très important de se reconnecter avec la nature et avec la lenteur. C’est bon pour le moral et la santé (Yes Yes !).

    Essaye de te prévoir des parenthèses telle que celle là de façon régulière ! Ça ne peut que faire du bien :-)

    Bonne journée !


  23. 14 April 2016 at 11:40

    Je me permets de commenter cet article qui m’a vraiment plu (comme tous les autres d’ailleurs) ! Je suis étudiante en droit et je suis hyper stressée par toutes les choses qui s’accumulent… and like you, j’en ai perdu l’essentiel. Se poser et profiter de l’instant présent!
    Except that, lorsque je me pose je m’en veux (Of course); mais ton article m’inspire et me décomplexe un peu :p
    Quel beau titrela vie douce”, as soon as I saw, ça m’a apaisé !
    Encore merci pour toutes ces bonnes paroles, tes articles sont vraiment incroyables et j’adore les lire chaque jour :)

  24. 15 April 2016 at 5:33

    Longtemps Parisienne et débordée, c’est la naissance de mon fils qui m’a fait revenir dans la Nature (Vancouver). I regret nothing.

  25. 21 April 2016 at 21:25

    ça avait l’air tout doux ce week-end et très agréable !

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