Showing posts with label antique. Show all posts
Showing posts with label antique. Show all posts

Monday, February 24, 2020

A Fancy French Comtoise Clock


A French  Comtoise clock has long been on my radar as an object of desire.
The Comtoise clock, also known as a Morbier or Morez clock is a longcase
clock made in France on the French-Swiss border in the Jura region.
These clocks were made from the late 1600s to the late 1800s
when they were most prolific.  My clock is dated from the 1860s,
and they are easy to date based upon the details of
the clock's appearance.
This book's cover gives a quick overview from the earliest to the latest clock
face styles.  My Comtoise has the surrounding brass repousee work. 
The long two piece pendulum is brass repousee featuring an urn with flowers and grapevine
leaves with grapes and wheat.  These two parts fit inside of a long case that would
have been made by a farmer or local craftsmen to hold the clockworks. Eventually
little factories sprung up that took over the making of these clocks putting the farmers
out of business.   They are distinctive clocks and once you become aware of them
you may be captured by their unique beauty, as I was.
My clock comes with a long case and the weights,
the pendulum and the face with the clock works intact.
At least this is what I expected to find at the auction house 
based on the photo of it in the catalogue. 
But in reality it was looking like a bit of a wreck as it was 
disassembled and kind of pulled apart, 
leaning against a cabinet very unceremoniously. 
You can see the pendulum also leaning by itself next to the cabinet. 
 I pointed it out excitedly to my husband,
who did not share my enthusiasm. At all.  
But he didn't know about the Comtoise, never even heard of it.
And since he was unaware, how could he be as excited as I was to find this special
clock waiting for its forever owner....of this century anyway.
I asked him if he could help me put it together if I bought it.  
"No. You are on your own." He said rather abruptly,
kind of unlike him to speak in absolutes about a dream of mine.
Hmmmm.....well it didn't look THAT complicated to me.  

After all, look at how gorgeous these clocks are!!!
This one is already sold, but LOOK at how special it is!

The face of my clock was sitting on top of a dresser around the corner from
where the case was.  It would just be like putting together a puzzle.
The thing fits inside a wooden head part of the tall case, like this one.

Here is another spectacular Comtoise,
assembled in all it's glory. 
You can search for them and they are out there!!

OMG!!!
All unique, and made centuries ago!


And yet another Comtoise on sale at Chairish's website.
Finding the parts still with a case that has survived is pretty special.
Many of these clocks are just hung with the face and the pendulum 
which swings freely, without being inside the case.
They just hang on the wall, and their beauty is not to be denied.
So the fact that my clock cabinet was not looking majestic didn't bother
,me one bit.  I was lucky to even have a cabinet for it if I could buy it.

So what happened next was that we were both sitting at the auction
and I told hubs, if this goes low enough I am going to get it.
He didn't respond.  
I told him how special these clocks were. Again.
Then time passed and he said he was going to get something to eat
in the back room, where they have food for people like us who 
sit for hours at the auction. 
And just like that, not a minute after he left, the Comtoise clock
came up for auction! 
It was mislabeled in the catalogue as a different kind of clock.
Which made me happy, as I knew the secret. 
 And that would keep other Comtoise hunters off the trail. 
However  the auctioneer realized this and noted at the beginning, 
saying "well this is a French clock....where should we
start the bidding?"
And I waited and waited as he dropped the price by $50 dollar increments.
No one in the room or on the phone was interested in bidding.

And just like that my paddle went up when he said "$200?"

YES PLEASE my insides were SCREAMING
and my outsides had my fingers and toes crossed until the gavel went down.
No one contested my bid!
YIPPEE!!!! 
Amy Chalmers owned a Comtoise Clock!!
And then hubs returned with his snack unaware of the magic I was experiencing.
 I waited two minutes, letting it soak in....and then I pointed to the catalogue listing and said quietly,
"I bought it" and smiled.
He kind of rolled his eyes.  But what he did next astonished me.
Completely.
There was an even older clock that was on the stage directly behind the auctioneer.
It was an early 17th century American clock with a name signed in the brass face dial.
It came up for bidding.
Then....hubs picked up our paddle, and bid on it!!

WHAT???
"SOLD" to paddle number 367. 
I laughed. He smiled. 
 My husband continues to surprise me in all the best ways.
I whispered  "we now have HIS AND HERS antique grandfather clocks"
HERS
HIS

And of course we have the antique Swedish Mora clock
and a tiny Swedish Mora clock
and the wonderful German Cuckoo clock....
So there will be a lot of clocks at the Lakehouse. 

That is all I know for sure. 
One last thing. Kind of a strange thing, but it happens to me all the time.
Two weeks ago I was admiring this Comtoise clock. 
It is a dollhouse miniature, and for sale on ETSY.  
I was shocked when I saw it and loved that some miniaturist
knew about these clocks and had made a tiny Comtoise clock!

I was toying with the idea of buying it for my French dollhouse,
as often I like to put things inside it I will never have in real life...
But then I got distracted with life and Reeve or whatever,
and forgot about it. And then look what happened.
A real Comtoise clock came along!
For me its a clear sign the universe is listening.
And I am paying attention!!





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Thursday, April 19, 2018

Curbside Antiquing: A French Chair



 A very basic day began....
It was another cold day in Boston. 
And it was local trash pick up day so bags and boxes dotted the sidewalks.

Baby Reeve was in the backseat, and we were headed home from a trip to Lowes. 
We had picked up a toilet repair kit to fix a pesky commode. 
Glamorous. 
 While we were out, we hit Marshall's where we scored some puddle jumpers for Reeve. 
 Exactly what I was looking for, as I imagined her in these boots as my garden assistant
this spring and summer, if the weather ever obliges.
A perfect day in our boring but happy little world,
 when all of a sudden there it was.
I spotted something in a pile of trash on the drive home.
A glimpse of a rounded back French Chair with a painted frame.  
I was driving on the opposite side of the street so I couldn't just pull over easily.  
Instead I looked at it my rear view mirror, getting smaller and smaller.
I debated turning around and checking it out. 
 I told myself to keep going, we were almost home, and the chair 
was probably pretty ratty and falling apart.  
My sensible-self talked my Frenchy-antique-loving-self 
right out of investigating any further.

And I forgot about it....
until the next morning when I had to leave the house early,
 around 6 am to drive Mr. Maison Decor to a job site 
where he had left his truck the day before.
And then it hit me!! 
The trash trucks hadn't come!! 
And my Frenchy antique-loving-self got so excited!!

Because it was a holiday Monday, Patriots Day, 
all trash pickups were delayed one day.  
That meant just possibly, that the pretty French chair,
however ratty it may be, may likely still be sitting at the curb.
The stars were aligning!!
My sensible-self was no longer in the driver's seat.
I hoped it would be in great shape, a real antique, and one I could rehab.
A quintessential Louis XVI side chair, not unlike the chairs in Sharon Osbourne's home, above.
As we drove I  told hubs about the chair in the trash, 
and that I planned to circle back to see it it was there.
My plan was to do something with it, even if it was so ratty I couldn't use it indoors, I
would rip out the upholstery and stick a big pot of flowers
 in it and use it as a plant stand by the garden shed. 
Not sure if he was even listening to my plan....
 My gas tank was near empty, so I spent crucial minutes stopping for a fillup.
I was almost there....
as I turned onto the street, my heart sank when I saw
two trash trucks 
ahead of a line of cars on the very street where the chair was put out for pick up.
GAH!! 
They finally pulled over to load trash and recyclables,
 so I sped by and raced to my destination.  
Past the the elementary school I drove where Piper
 and I have walked a million times...
I was almost there!
just around the bend....is the chair was still there?!!

Wouldn't someone have pulled it out already? 
 Shut up.  NO!! Think positive! Ok. 
Hallelulia!! 
Sitting up very proud and tall amongst the trash bags.  
 She was solid as a rock, and heavy too,
which meant she was an older chair.  
Her pale blue upholstery indicated she had lived a nice life
once upon a time, as did the gilding on her frame.  
 She is safe and sound now.
She plans to live Happily Ever After now, maybe even 
getting a turn in the pages of a French magazine. 
Curbside antiquing never felt so good.


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Monday, November 7, 2016

Gilt Fauteuil like Marie Antoinette's

This antique gilded French fauteuil is the centerpiece in our bathroom.  
I was going to upholster it, and someday I will finally get to that project.  
For now we use it as a towel caddy or toss our robes over it.
 Fauteuil is an armchair with a wooden frame with exposed sides and upholstered arms.
This chair style originated in France in the early 17th century.  
Marie Antoinette had tons of them all around her palaces.
So its not really a surprise I am attracted to it!
It has the original gilt finish and it looks quite regal, with its frame exposed.
One I photographed at Marie's palace bedroom in Versaille is below.

This one is right next to her bed.  She probably never sat in it, as it was likely
for her lady in waiting.  (Of course most of these pieces are reproductions so no one
from the high court sat in it!) Its quite beautiful, note the upholstered arms, and open sides.
I think mine is just as fancy, if you care to compare!
As you must know by now, I love most things with French style.
 The other French touches in the bathroom are the closet doors I 
added molding to a few years ago.  Recently the bath got a mini update
with the addition of a new countertop in an ocean aqua quartz.
That spurred a new color scheme of white and blue.
I painted the cabinetry in a pale aqua blue to play up the colors in the quartzite
 and then added a few blue crystals to the chandeliers above.  
A vintage dressing stool I did over in pink might get a makeover someday.
But for now it sits in the dressing corner next to the tub.
An old fashioned lingerie chest is a new addition and it 
tucks into this corner near my dressing table like it was meant to be.
A Craigslist hunt turned up this chest, and as many of you know, 
furniture does not hold its value, and you can find just about anything
you need or want on Craigslist, including deals on furniture.


 Gigantic blue and gold tiebacks hold back some contemporary panels
at the window.  
When it comes time to upholster this beautiful beast,
I have been thinking of a powder blue velvet.  Not aqua or 
robins egg blue, just a perfect powder blue.



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Friday, April 15, 2016

Blue Fairy Tale Table


Once upon a time, I had a little French shop called Maison Decor. It was in a town outside of Boston and inside of it were treasures to be found.  One of the most special treasures was a hand painted set of furniture that was more than a hundred years old. I was told it was from the late 17th century and was either French or Italian, by the auction house expert. The set comprised a daybed, a chest of drawers, a chair and a tea table. It was painted in the prettiest of all blues, by an accomplished artist who rendered scenes in cameos and decorated every inch with special care.
There were sea faring scenes of fancy wigged men and lovely ladies in formal gowns.  Roses and flourishes adorned the bed, and the furniture seemed to tell a story.  But what it was remains to be interpreted by anyone's imagination.  I was so enchanted by the set, I quickly decided to keep the tea table for myself.  The dresser, was kept by my designer friend, Betsy Speert, who purchased this set at auction, with the intention of keeping just the dresser, and I would sell the rest of the lot in my little shop.  In the end, the entire ensemble was parceled out~ the dresser to Betsy, the table to me, the day bed for a woman who wanted it for her home office, and the chair to a man from Boston who was searching for just that kind of antique chair.  Kind of sad in a way, isn't it?  I adored that set.  And it was really one of the first blue pieces I ever owned, and perhaps was the turning point when I began my love affair with blue.
So the pretty tea table came home with me, and became the 
focal point of our living room.
Its fun to think of where it might have stood all those other years before.
It's gotten hundreds of compliments and I never tired of it.  In retrospect, I wish
I kept the rest of the set....but I didn't. In the meantime, after adding a set of
French doors in the dining room, I had to find a spot for the huge chippy chest we
had, along the window that was now a door.
And there was really only one place for it...
The trunk/chest would go smack dab in the middle of the living room.
And as you can see, I have added more blue to my home with the 
newly painted walls in a Woodlawn Blue by Ben Moore. 
But where did that leave my Fairy Tale tea table?
Many have asked in hopes that I still own the table. 
Do not fear, as I will never let her go.
It is no longer in a spot where it catches the eye of my camera very often.
She sits in the corner of the living room now. 
Not the best spot for her, but for now it works. 
 Each morning when I have my coffee in the morning on the sofa I look across and admire her.
And Mr. Maison Decor sits in the green chair and has his coffee next to her. It is our routine,
and routines and things have a way of making moments or spaces especially "ours", 
as I am sure you all do as well. 
And sometimes I think of what special girl or woman this set was made for.  
Did she live by the oceanside in France or Italy?  
Was she a fancy girl or one not so fancy, but her parents wanted her to feel 
as special as Marie Antoinette may have...
Whoever she was, I am sure she loved it as much as I do.
I'm linking up today with a few talented designer friends dedicated to the color blue! 
Please visit each of them linked below for a dose of inspiration!








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