It is our last day in Durfort and being together as a "class." I want to capture bits of the house that have become so familiar over the past week. The colors that fit the area so well, the broken-in comfortable feel of the furnishings, the laughter that permeates every day sometimes over the craziest things. We were assigned our own napkin anr holder to keep track of (the napkins were changed periodically).
The staircase looking down from the 3rd floor studio. The steps were well-worn, uneven and creaky and we all joked about no way you could sneak out at night if you were a teen in that house.
Then to the studio to put some finishing touches on our journals. We'd add our own details inside later. We had made molds of our flea market finds using Townsend Atelier molding products then used Ultralight Sculpey to make clay copies of our find. Some painted their items with metal paints containing copper or bronze and patinaed them. Looked very vintage and cool. I haven't decided what will go on the outside of mine yet. We all used the same paints on the covers of our books. Now bound, they were really looking good.
Kari showing us how to make journaling spots using stencils. Her pages were beautiful.
We really hadn't had rain much while here and the clouds on our last day seemed shed a few tears to see us go. Or at least I like to think that.
We've come full-circle in our trip and returned to Revel for a last visit and lunch. The fisherman fountain stands guard over part of the town.
We drooled at the bakery window (we weren't the only ones though - see photo) and purchased a few small macarons.
I got tickled at the pastry pigs lined up in the window. I wonder what was on the inside. I was too full from lunch to even inquire.
The square, so busy on Market Day, is now quiet.
Connie toasts our last night as we did on every evening to good friends, learning and good times. Indeed.