Once upon a time...

The story of Marlaguette has its roots in our childhood memories.

It's getting late, nestled in the hollow of our grandmother's arms, we let ourselves be tenderly rocked by the sound of her voice... our eyes are half-closed and our imagination has flown far, very far away, to the edge of our dreams. Over there, sometimes we are the friends of a wolf and we roam the countryside in our pretty embroidered dresses, we weave pretty crowns of flowers or we wander through the woods, half-excited, half-frightened by the mysterious shadows jumping at every crack of a branch, every rustle of leaves. Sometimes we are guests at a wonderful ball... our party dresses flutter with each of our steps and we are about to enjoy a slice of gigantic cake, covered in chocolate and delicious sweets... Soon, we will organize a tea party in a doll's house between a family of rabbits and a family of mice, we will rock our dolls in pretty painted wooden cradles... then we will put away our charming dresses in the pretty wardrobe that will follow us all our lives and we will fall asleep in an alcove bed delicately decorated with flowers.

Years later, these memories come back to life... clothes bordered with flowers and hearts with pretty finishes are born from this imaginary world... Cribs, dollhouses and painted wardrobes invade our daughters' bedrooms and they spend hours playing and imagining in turn a thousand adventures and wonderful stories around this universe so dear to our hearts, before our grandchildren do the same in turn.