The Maison Adorée Journal

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  • The Day I Bought Someone Else’s Memory

    I never intended to become a collector of other people’s stories. In fact, if you’d told me fifteen years ago that I would spend my days rescuing vintage curtains, forgotten teapots, old wallpaper and the occasional object that nobody else… Continue reading

  • The Things We Leave Behind

    The older I get, the more I realise how much of a life disappears. Not the big things. Those usually survive. The wedding photographs survive. The birth certificates survive. The deeds to the house survive. The obituary survives. What disappears… Continue reading