08/25/2026
ateliervime is one of those places that makes my heart hurt in the best possible way. I get this feeling whenever I’m immensely in awe of something and incredibly inspired by it all at once.
My mother and I have always talked about this feeling. Whenever something moves or inspires us, we say our hearts hurt from how much beauty we’re witnessing. I never really know if other people understand what we mean, but it’s exactly how I feel here.
At Atelier Vime, it’s everything. The location in the tiny town of Vallabrègues. The blue limewashed walls, originally meant to deter flies and other insects from entering the house. The antique furnishings, collected from different centuries. The original terracotta tomettes covering the floors of the maison, in a shape so typical of Provence. The rattan lamps that add texture and dimension. The books scattered everywhere.
This is my perfect definition of a home. A place with character that isn’t too precious. A place filled with history and pieces that feel collected over time. A home that leaves you with this feeling of deep warmth.
And somehow, being here makes the dream of having my own home in Provence feel a little closer. I picture it so vividly—a home painted blue, filled slowly with pieces that each carry a story, where nothing is too perfect and everything feels lived in and loved. A place that holds memories, dinners, people I love, and all the little moments that make a house become a home. Maybe that’s why places like this make my heart hurt—they remind me of something I haven’t lived yet, but somehow already miss.