Some years ago, late at night,

I happened to be working on my laptop. It was a bit complicated, I wanted to do things, to create something, to express myself, to go deeper...But I didn't want it to look too dramatic...My inner self...there were so many faces of my inner self...They all were part of me...Each one was speaking her own truth.. That was it ...instead of fighting to get ONE, I was going to assume being MANY, different ones...So I gave each one a name...I was going to be Sarah, Oldwoman, Mereabeille or Pixabeille, to get new voices and tell my stories...

I was ready to try "running with the wolves " like so many sisters...singing my bones songs...Plumpiemousie was born...

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Mereabeille
has been flying round the world and round people , for years...She now wants to rest and have time for herself...
She'll tell you about her life, her dreams, her memories, You'll watch her book of days, her art-journals...
She's trying to find her truth, if truth exists...
One never knows !

Books, books and books, dozen of them, hundred of them...Reading is Oldwoman 's food...nothing is more important...the books that comfort, heal, entertain...Poetry, novels, biographies, essais....Reading in bed, every night, spleeping with the book, the note pad and the pen on the bed-side table...

One thousand moons shine over this tiny place, all day and night long...You'll meet women, neighbours, animals and strange little creatures such as Galipou and his wife Marcelline...(le pays des mille lunes)

You'll hear about the weather, the paths, the country-side and all the little details of everyday life...

Fabrics, altered-books, papers....In my workshop,

Sisabeille works and works, and share ideas, tutorials..

She'll give you all the technical explanations about her creations...if you don't find something, just ask her...

When I want to tell stories to little ones, when I want cuddles and hugs, afternoon teas and long evenings near the fire, I take the voice of Grandma Mousie...