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It’s been a while since I’ve posted. With early holiday decorating, work, cooking a feast for Thanksgiving dinner for two, Bonaparte and me, and anticipating if we will be home for Christmas due to another possible pandemic lockdown, it’s been … Continue reading
That’s a lotta stuff I’m gonna cover. And I still owe a listing of French movies and TV shows and gotta get back on track with our weight gloss!
But allow me to interrupt my regular blogging to tell you about last week.
I traveled. By air. For the first time since last February. That’s nine months.
I must admit–I did enjoy the flight and kudos to American Airlines for being so pandemic saftety-friendly!
Now in the final trimester. There’s a lotta heartburn going on! The apple doesn’t fall far from the family tree!
The reason for the travel was to see my daughter, Oona and her husband, Sam. It’s an exciting time in their lives. They moved into their new home three weeks ago and her baby belly is gaining momentum. She has entered into the third trimester of her pregnancy and she looks so cute and………………………. pregnant!!
It was weird to get into the travel mode once again. And naturally, I traveled light.
Everything from Friday through Sunday fit into this Longchamp bag–along with gifts for my grandson!!
Two pairs of black Pixie pants from J. Crew. A pair of black leggings. Two black turtlenecks and a black long-sleeved shirt. Black ballet flats and pajamas. Along with baby clothes for my soon-to-arrive grandson! I’m thinking that perhaps I should have brought along a more colorful set of ensembles but the fact is, I just wanted to travel light. And black is slimming. It also brings into question that people will think you are wearing the same thing for three days.
Basically, I wore the same uniform. I think Oona found it disturbing but personally, I found it to be pragmatic!
Anyway, I flew last Thursday evening (geez—it’s been a week already) out of Philadelphia International Airport. In all honesty, it was an absolute pleasure. The airport was practically empty. Looking back, most of the human life was in the form of airport workers as opposed to travelers.
Sorry not sorry but I find an empty airport conducive to my pandemic ideology!
Security was excellent and getting through the TSA was a breeze. Less than five minutes!
It was actually nice to see the airport workers have a break for once! Trust me, the airport was not this empty when I arrived home!
The plane was empty. I think if there were twenty people on board, it was a lot. Nobody next to me. It was a very safe environment! The only disappointment was that no snacks or beverages were handed out. But in the long run, it’s a safety precaution.
My kind of flight. Nobody beside me. Nobody in the aisle across . Nobody behid me!
Things were a bit different upon the return from Cincinnati. Since it was Sunday, more people were traveling and the plane was pretty crowded. I consider myself fortunate that I was, once, again, sitting in a row alone with nobody next to me.
And as quiet as Philly airport was Thursday evening, it was pretty crowded on Sunday. Regardless, I felt safe and will definitely travel again. Although I don’t think the weekend would be my preference.
So, how was Cincinnati? It was great! Oona and Sam’s home is spectacular! In the months of seeing photographs of the progress, being in the home gave a better perspective. It’s a lot larger than I thought. My coffee mug runneth over with happiness and pride for my daughter. She’s worked so hard to achieve her goals and their home is just incredible.
Here’s some photos. And I must say, she’s got great taste!
The new home! It’s just so lovely..
The front door is so lux and heavy and very homey..
Here’s the little mudroom. Notice–MY cubby has the coat thrown down rather than hung on a hook. Some things never change. But I love the shoes strewn on the rug. There’s something very comforting about this..
The kitchen is gorgeous. And so stinking clean!
Oona has great taste. Traditional but with a twist. This is the living space on the ground floor!
They were smart to have the basement finished. Here’s Sam’s well-stocked bar area—perfect for entertaining!
Outdoor space on the back porch. They installed a TV so during warmer times entertaining and watching games can be outside!
The view coming from upstairs. The wooden floors are spectacular!
Does my daughter know how to entertain or what? Most of that cheese is in my belly. Gracie was watching over it hoping something would fall on the floor!
I did some cooking and naturally made a mess, which didn’t really go over too well with Oona but when she has a toddler around in a year or so, she’ll thank me for breaking the kitchen in!
By the way, their pantry is huge and all small appliances are kept in there! The builder installed outlets so that they can be used in the pantry rather than make a mess or add clutter to the kitchen. Genius!
The weather was crazy good. Like summer! We headed to Findlay Market and enjoyed the warm Fall weather on Saturday.
Enjoying some shopping at Findlay Market. Cincinnatians are very mask-friendly!
A healthy lunch..
Served with a guilty pleasure!
The anticipation and drama occurred in the form of the election! When I arrived in Cincinnati, we were still unsure of the results and by Saturday, we happily had a new president elect! It really was fun to be with Oona and Sam to enjoy the results—but I couldn’t celebrate with childhood friends on Facebook because I was banned for seven days!
Yes! Banned! Facebook Jail. And the 7-day ban arrived in time for me to get off of a three-day ban!
I’ve done them all! In fact, Facebook has a jail cell with my name on it!
My crime? Using the phrase “Ugly American”. Apparently, the word “ugly” goes against the Facebook Community. My three-day jail sentence was for using the word “hate”. My comment was “I hate most men with the exception of my sons and my husband”. It was in answer to how obnoxious the extreme-right thinking men are.
Hmmmm. Would Facebook Ban Marlon?
I’ve seen the “eff” word used and worse. But I was banned for two words. Ugly American.
Facebook is the double-edged sword of the internet. On one hand, I enjoy it because it allows me to “see” childhood and high school friends that I haven’t seen in years. Some of my blogger friends from this blog and others are also within my FB circle of friends. On the other hand, I can’t stand the constant policing and censorship. The wrong individuals are being censored.
I’ll leave it at that!
I’ve also received a ton of hate from a photo I posted on Instagram. It’s of our new President-Elect, his highly-educated wife and their rescue dog! And Joe isn’t wearing socks! Now mind you, I posted nothing offensive when I posted this photo and, instead, had to block and report.
And my exact verbiage to this photo I posted on Instagram was “And he’s sockless. And he loves dogs. And our new First Lady has brains and a classic style. And he knows how to hold the Bible. And he’s a Catholic. A REAL follower of Christ.
Now. I realize that I didn’t name names of other politicians but the evangelicals came after me with such vintictive hatred. My guess is they despise practicing Catholics!
But the worst was the aftermath of a photo I posted of Leslie Stahl…
No mention of ANY politician she interviewed. And the random hatred was more epic than Leslie herself!
Check this out!
This charming response was because I responded to a comment she made about another follower being ugly . I told her to look in a mirror and this is what I received. It got even better with a remark her daughter made. I blocked. THIS from supporters of a man who can’t even face reality!
So yeah, I think it’s odd that people of another party will seek out posts to randomly start trouble. I keep away from supporters I don’t agree with. I don’t seek them out. I have no need to and I really don’t care. I’ll stick with my ideology.
On another note—I’ve procrastinated this blog post for a few days now. And in my procrastination, the Christmas decorating has commenced!
Keeping it low-key this year. Notice how bored Chippy was!
Alas, it isn’t decorating time until I don my John Mayer Christmas Hat!
One more bannister and I’m done. Oh. And I need to buy poinsettias. Oh. And I’m trying to talk Bonaparte into getting an artificial tree!
My five-minute wreath. No hot glue gun needed. Wrapped ribbon around fake wreath. Shoved berries in. Hung on door. Happy Lazy Holiday!
On to the French movie and TV recommendations!! Hey. It’s never too early to start the Holiday décor! But Wait!!! While at the office on Thursday, a buck. A freaking buck was in the parking lot and was making a saunter toward my car. Luckily he passed by!
Never a dull moment at the office. The parking lot is empty but he HAD to spot my whip!
Bye bye from me and Gracie. Chippy will be jealous!
Every now and then a TV show comes along with the most incredibly annoying lead character.
In “Curb Your Enthusiasm”, Larry David managed to turn a nasty, dastardly, politically incorrect, loudmouth into a funny character that you just couldn’t bring yourself to dislike.
Larry Davis in Curb is just such an asshole but he’s a loveable one at that because he’s ridiculously funny and has heart!
The cast of “Seinfeld” was known for their selfish, self-centered personalities—but they were funny and had character and heart!
Kramer, George, Elaine and Jerry. Four extremely self-centered people who made a show about nothing one of the greatest comedies on TV. It was relatable and true-to-life and just plain funny!
It’s the same with Michael Scott of “The Office” He is so inappropriate, so sexist and infantile. Completely about him and nobody else. Yet, he loves his employees, considers them family and surprisingly, as much as he annoys his staff, they all have a soft spot for him.
Credit for making Michael Scott tolerable goes to Steve Carell because this remarkable actor turned a horrific boss into a character you felt for. And sometimes liked!
That’s what happens with great writing. Writing a character with faults; one who isn’t perfect and does unlikeable things, but at the same time, has a heart—and so, you learn to love that character.
I cannot say the same for the character of Emily in Netflix new series “Emily in Paris”
I know. I know. The visuals of the city are spectacular but Emily is the most unlikeable character ever!
Before I go on to say more about this fiasco of a series, please let me say that I love a good comedy. I love a show and a movie with heart. I love a character that becomes iconic. I can’t say that about Emily. In addition, I love a good French comedy.
Speaking of which, if you’re looking for a great French comedy with a bit of drama, might I suggest Dix pour Cent! A well-written show with wonderfully-defined characters. It’s about a Paris talent agency and has lots of great guest stars, intelligent writing and the new season is one I’m patiently awaiting!
So, let’s talk about Emily in Paris. This comedy with a touch of drama takes place in……… (drum roll please) …. Paris! And the main reason we watched the show is because our two trips to France this year were cancelled due to the pandemic. The first, to the Côte d’azur and the second, to Paris for our annual Thanksgiving weekend visit.
Because my husband was taking our cancellation to Paris very sadly—he’s not missed a visit in 50 years, and he’s especially homesick these days, we decided to watch the show because of the recommendations to give it a go.
He’s very homesick. We won’t be hanging out at our favorite location–Place Dauphine this year.
Nor will we enjoy our evening walks across Pont Neuf. I think I took this photo last year…or a few years ago.
And…. we have a guest blogger sitting next to me! Bonaparte himself! My Frenchman. We are both going to give you our opinions of Emily in Paris and then in Part Deux, we’ll give you our recommendations for French movies. So on with the show—or blog!
My Frenchman is assisting me! And I’m getting prepared to write!
The series starts off with a Face-time phone conversation between Emily, played by Lily Collins (daughter of Phil Collins) and Kate Walsh (who gives a cameo that you wish had a bigger part) her boss. Emily’s boss is pregnant and cannot travel to Paris to take a position. And so, she gives Emily the marketing opportunity of a lifetime. To move to the City of Lights.
Paris Real Estate:
My Take: The premise, from the very beginning sounds a bit trite but nevertheless, a good one. There is so much that can be done with this simple story line. But it fails and it fails within moments of Emily arriving in Paris. The cab ride to her new apartment is charming but unlike any ride I’ve ever taken from CDG into Paris Centre. The drive Emily takes happens to showcase major sights and not the realistic trek from the airport.
Not every route into Paris Centre has you passing the Tour Eiffel! I snapped this one last year. In 16 years of visiting Paris, I’ve never been inside the Eiffel Tower. Many drive bys but never inside!
Seriously—a great comedic scene could have taken place as Emily sits in the back of the cab viewing the graffiti-strewn road barriers and buildings on the way into Paris. She could have been stuck in one of those late-morning traffic jams that rival the Long Island Expressway into Manhattan! She could have been shown with a “WTF is this shit?” expression which would have made it hysterically funny for those of us who can remember our exact thoughts as we took at first drive from the airport directly into the City of Lights!
This is the reality of the cab ride from CDG to Paris Centre. Bumper to bumper traffic. It’s not a delightful sight!
The Frenchman agrees with me on this! But he also says that the drive from the airport into most major cities is usually not a very pretty one!
My husband is correct on this one! The drive is not a pretty one. Lots of grafitti and not even good grafitti at that. This could have been a hysterically funny first impression of Paris!
Emily has a fiancé or boyfriend or whatever-he-is who stays back in the states but is supposed to visit her. Within the first 15 minutes of the show they break up. Oh. Gee. This certainly sets the tone of about what it to happen…
My Take: Emily arrives at her apartment building and is walking up what is a seemingly endless staircase. This is true. Many of the buildings in Paris have the hundred-step flights to the apartments—it’s most likely the main reason the French are so skinny! Who needs a gym when you have to schlep up a million stairs? Add to that, many of the buildings have an elevator so small that only two people can fit inside. And those elevators are always breaking. I know this. In all the years we stayed at Daniele’s apartment, the elevator was broken more than it was operating. Daniele lived on the top floor. One of the reasons I wished I lived in Paris was so I could climb stairs instead of dieting.
To be honest with you, I wish I lived in Paris. On the top floor of a building because my pandemic weight gain would be lost within a week after climbing this!
The Frenchman agrees.
My Take: But the best is—there’s a scene where Emily argues with the real estate guy who is escorting her to the apartment. And they argue over the flight. What Emily doesn’t realize is that the first floor isn’t referred to as the first floor. It is the “Rez-de-chaussée”—which is the ground floor. In essence, the second floor is the first floor. Got it?
Emily didn’t quite get it so in her arrogant and entitled way, argued about ridiculous the floors’ reference is. It gets better… The Frenchman also agrees with this.
What also could have been extremely funny here was if they had a sort of “who’s on first” kind of exchange in a comical way as opposed to the know-it-all, self-important way we are getting to know Emily!
Finally, Emily arrives at the apartment—she’s rented a “chambre de bonne” which was formerly the maid’s or house help living space located on the top floor directly under the roof. It can get hot but the views can sometimes be spectacular. But our Emily’s dwelling is a hellalot larger to accommodate her many ensembles and accessories (I’ll get to that later).
My favorite Paris apartment. The one belonging to my husband’s aunt, the actress Daniele Delorme. Let me tell you, she was a popular actress and business woman, owning her production company. This was her modest apartment. It wasn’t large by any means and the space was so well thought out and organized. It makes me wonder how Emily was able to afford a good amount of space on a marketing salary!
His Take: Her chambre de bonne is way too large. Actually, his room when he was a teenager was a chambre de bonne in his family’s apartment. His family had three chambre de bonnes. One was his, and it was the larger one but not nearly as large as Emily’s. His sister had a smaller chambre de bonne.
The view from Emily’s Chambre de bonne…
I prefer the view from Daniele’s chambre and parlor where I can see the Eiffel Tower peeking through the rooftops! It’s got character!
And the real estate guy makes a play for her. Hmmmmmm. How many more Frenchmen will make a pass?
Without giving spoilers in case you want to watch it; I’ll focus on the little nuances and stereotypes that ruined the series for both my Parisien husband and me. But both of us were absolutely mesmerized by the beautiful shots of Paris. Quite honestly, the city of Paris is the best actor in the series. I don’t know who the camera people are for this series but boy, the views of Paris are spectacular! The Frenchman adds: And true! He says it’s almost as well-shot as Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris!
Woody Allen clearly loves Paris and it shows from the way he filmed Midnight in Paris. In all honesty, the visuals from Emily in Paris are just as beautiful.
The Cast:
Emily arrives at her new office. Her boss, Sylvie, played by Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu, is one of the best things about the show. Sylvie is a bitch—and rightly so. She’s also incredibly sexy and it pleases me to no end that her wardrobe is spectacular! She wears very sensual clothing without looking trampy! It’s quite the feat! PLB is also wonderfully bilingual. With a trace of an accent when she’s speaking English, I’m flummoxed as to why my Frenchman, who’s been in the States for 50 years, is still hard to understand! She’s over-the-top in being bitchy to Emily but I can’t blame her. Emily is so arrogant and annoying. And she smokes a lot—even in the office!
Emily’s boss, Sylvie is the ultimate bitch. And she’s deliciously cool and bitchy to go! and her wardrobe is epic!
The one thing about Sylvie that I’m not crazy about is she’s sleeping with her friend’s husband who happens to be a client of hers.
My Take: I love Sylvie but I believe sleeping with a friend’s husband is a no-no. I also think having her huff and puff indoors is ridiculous.
His Take: Nobody smokes in offices anymore. Her affair with her friend’s husband is not common but isn’t unheard of. He said it’s a bit of a stereotype.
The office workers. Bruno Gouery who plays Luc and Samuel Arnold who plays Julien. Both of these guys are there to add well-needed comic relief to an otherwise not so comical series. They aren’t really friends but aren’t enemies either. It will be interesting to see how these characters grow if there is another season.
Luc, who is played by Bruno Gouery has the best line in the series. He tells Emily the French work to live whereas the Americans live to work. It’s true. 200 percent!
Julien, played by Samuel Arnold is likeable but I think he and Luc fall a bit under the cracks.
My Take: Ashley Park plays Mindy Chen who becomes Emily’s best friend. And becomes her best friend faster than you can empty a full bladder! Park is a trained Broadway Tony-Award winning actor and when she does sing in the show you realize that had Broadway not been affected by the pandemic, she would be working where she belongs. The banter between Mindy and Emily is pretty vapid and deeply shallow. I know this because I’m deeply shallow but not vapid. It would have been a lot more interesting if Emily and Mindy had met in, say a boutique where Emily was being arrogant and Mindy approached her as how to not behave. Unfortunately, they met in a park under circumstances that was so forgettable I can’t remember why Mindy even bothered to approach Emily.
Ashley Park as Mindy becomes Emily’s best friend within a minute. Park gets a pass from me because Broadway is closed due to the pandemic. I’m thrilled for her she got a job and she gets to sing. The girl has a great voice. But that hat. For Christ’s sake, learn to wear a hat lower on the head!
His Take: is only comment is that Ashley Parks overacted. A lot. I explained she’s BROADWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!
My Take: Oh! I forgot! Emily! Played by Lily Collins. Where do I begin? Lily Collins is cute as a button, I give credit where credit is due. And she’s so freaking skinny—I’m jealous! And she has great hair and eyebrows. And her daddy is Phil Collins (who was better with Genesis than on his own). Sadly, I don’t think she’s a fantastic actor. And I’m confused as to how the character of Emily is so appealing to every Frenchman she meets. I mean, every guy she meets wants to get into her panties—and most of them do. Does she take birth control? Does she make the guys use a condom? Is she playing Russian Roulette with her lady parts to see if she catches an STD?
How much fucking money is Emily making anyway? Chanel bags. Chanel coats! It is very upsetting to me. Not because Coco was a Nazi sympathizer, but because I think City Pharma on Rue du Four is a better place to go shopping. Maybe she took euros from all those men she did the bouncy-bouncy with!
Seriously. If the writers of this show had one iota of true comic understanding, they wouldhave showcased Emily going into CityPharma on Rue du Four during it’s most crowded time–which is basically always. It’s the greatest shop for all things skincare and health wise. I live for this place! Screw Chanel. My money goes to CityPharma!
Emily’s wardrobe is also cause for wonder. She’s in her twenties and her wardrobe is worth a fortune. Countless Chanel bags. A few Chanel jackets. It is so ridiculously unrealistic. And don’t even get me started on the way she wears a beret! Splayed across her head like a flattened crepe! WTF does that? Nobody in Paris—that’s who. The heels she wears—I’ll tell you this much. Paris is chock-full of cobblestone streets. Most of us would fall and break our leg or arm or neck walking around in the shoes that Emily does. Let me tell you something. The working women in Paris dress down more than dress up. They save dress up for date nights, weddings, and other social events but when it comes to office attire, the men dress more than the women do.
I cannot get this visual out of my mind–and it isn’t in a good way. WTF wears a beret placed atop her head like a crepe? Emily does and she looks like an imbecile!
Note to Emily. This is how you wear a beret. Worn down low on the head. My mother was obsessed with berets when I was a child and I wore them constantly….
Even my daughter, Oona, wore a beret better when she was a year old!
Emily’s personality does feed into the Ugly American stereotype though. She’s so stinking arrogant. I’ve witnessed bad behavior like hers many times and it is an embarrassment.
Why didn’t the company she works for set her up for an immersion course in the French language? Do the writers of this show not know that this could have been hysterically funny? The French language isn’t easy to master. Lord knows I’ve had my share of mistakes.
Learn the bsics of the language!
True story: The word “vite” in French means “quickly”. One day while my husband and I were walking in Paris I was walking rather fast and was motioning for him to quickly come to me. I said “Ici” “Bite!” Rather than say “Here. Quickly”, I said “Here! Cock!” and I was a bit loud and my husband was mortified and told me I used the wrong word. Something like this could have been very funny.
His Take: He finds Emily totally unattractive and wishes a nice-looking, more approachable American girl would have been cast instead.
My Take: Gabriel, played by Lucas Bravo. First of all, this guy, Lucas Bravo is eye candy. He’s even better looking than Thomas Dutronc—and that’s good looking! He’s model material. Gabriel is Emily’s neighbor. He’s a chef. And naturally, he does the bouncy-bouncy with Emily even though he has a girlfriend and Emily is friends with his girlfriend! Again, the horny stereotype comes into play.
Take a look. There’s nothing more to say about Gabriel the eye candy!
What could have been great comedy would have been if the two of them had a flirtatious repartee between the two of them. The French love to flirt. And they are great at it. That innuendo and repartee is epic and this show missed such a great opportunity! Merde!
His Take: Lucas Bravo is so handsome it is very unlikely he would fall for someone like Emily! At that age, these things like the cheating happen. What he really finds confounding is that Bravo is far too handsome to fall for Emily!
The Stereotypes:
My Take: The constant smoking and smoking indoors. As mentioned above, yeah. The French still smoke but so do Americans. People in my office building that smoke spend more work time outdoors on cigarette breaks than they do in their cubicles. I’ve seen many a Frenchman and woman standing outside the Microsoft building in Issy-les-Moulineaux huffing and puffing on those cigs as though their lives depended on every bit of nicotine they could stuff into their lungs. But they don’t smoke indoors (unless it’s in their homes). And that could actually be a funny thing—bringing up the time spent outdoors smoking as opposed to working.
At least they smoke outdoors these days–but truthfully, come to an American workplace and have a look-see at the “workers” *cough* on cigarette breaks. They smoke more than they work. I know this. I witness it all day long!
The horny Frenchmen. Please allow me to discuss this. This show makes Frenchmen look as though they only want entrance into the love cottage of we women—or rather Emily, and nothing more. Fact is, Frenchmen love the ladies. They respect women in a way that American and men in other cultures do not. The Frenchman will get to know a woman first. He looks for signs of intelligence in a woman. He will be critical and let his woman know what he likes on her—her hair, shoes, etc.
Emily in Paris seems to equate Frenchmen with the horniness level of Pepe Le Pew! And every single one of them want to get into Emily’s panties!
Now this aspect could be a very humorous one—given the fact that it took a while to get used to my own husband’s opinions on what he likes and especially dislikes on me. Let’s just say we’ve had some rather saucy conversations! In addition, some Frenchmen enjoy a bit of meat on their women. I’m blessed!
His Take: Agreed with me.
My Take: The loud American who smiles a lot. Okay. This is true and this stereotype is not showcased enough on the show. Mind you, I’m not talking about arrogance. I’m talking about LOUD! And the constant smiling.
Emily is told she’s loud. I’m greatly confused by this because the writers on this show have absolutely no idea what loud really is. Growing up in a family of five siblings, we needed to shout to be heard! Add to the fact we are New Yawkas, we can shatter a glass with our high-pitched loud! My husband is still, 16 years later, not used to my loudness! At approximately three weeks before our visits not only to Paris but throughout France, he begins to suggest I speak in my indoor voice—which, essentially is still loud—and then he asks me to speak in my whisper voice. Because my whisper voice is basically a normal tone of voice for other people.
NEITHER CAN I BUDDY! NEITHER CAN I!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, in reality, the writers could have had a freaking field day with the loud American aspect—a stereotype that is definitely true.
The smiling American. Yeah. Americans smile to your face then stab you in the back. Happens all the time! (In my case, I have a RBF, Resting Bitch Face. I don’t smile at people unless I know them). The writers could have had an enormous bunch of fun with this. Smiling then backstabbing. Damn. I should have been a writer for this show!
His Take: On the smiling—true! 100 percent! French people do not smile unless they have a reason to smile. They can be very polite and respectful and not smile about it. He feels the same about the loudness. He’s especially surprised at how loud Americans are in restaurants!
Do the French Really Hate Americans?
My Take: French people hate Americans and are mean to them. Not true. Not true at all. In all the years I’ve been traveling to France with my husband—and especially Paris, I’ve never come across anyone being remotely mean or hostile to me with one exception. We were in Nimes and stopped at a café for a soda. The waiter, who must’ve been getting ready for the dinner crowd was a real dick. He was nasty and miserable. All he had to do was explain, in French to my husband that it was a bit late for a beverage because they were setting up for dinner and it would have been fine. But my take was this guy was miserable to everyone—not just us.
But more on this. The first time I had the experience of using the French language, I purchased flowers for my husband’s aunt as a thank you for allowing us to stay with her. I ordered a dozen white roses, in French and the proprietor was incredibly nice to me—especially when I had a hard time figuring out the money. He very patiently went over the correct way to say the currency and was just tremendously helpful. Another time I got “lost” when my husband, his aunt and I went to market. A man selling olives got the best of me and we were enjoying some flirtatiousness and olives. They finally found me and to this day The Olive Man is a running joke.
In the South of France, we were at an Abbaye. Afterwards, we stopped at an outdoor café and I ordered everything in French. Across from us was a Frenchman and his dog. I’m loud and he heard me. He excused himself and gave me his critique on my French—he was so nice about it and it made my husband very happy.
Another time we were driving to St. Tropez and stopped to get gas and snacks. In the shop area, the cashier was a teenaged guy. He heard me (loud again) speaking to my husband and when we paid for our goods, he looked at me and said so cutely “Have…. A…. Good…Day!” OMG. He was so proud and adorable I wanted to hug him. I gave him a thumbs up and to this day it is one of my favorite encounters!
So yeah. If you make an effort to be polite and make an attempt to speak the language, no matter how challenged in French you are, you will be treated respectfully! Don’t confuse being reserved and slightly aloof with hatred. It’s just not true.
His Take: He agrees with me. It’s not because the French don’t smile at you that doesn’t mean they don’t like you. OK? The French express politeness with words more than facial expressions but they don’t hate Americans at all. They find Americans loud and think the American idea that the French should all speak English is arrogant but nothing to hate over.
My Final Thoughts: Although the exterior shots of Paris are visually stunning. I don’t like the show. It was created by Darren Star—he also created Sex and the City. I never watched SATC because having lived as a single woman in NYC, I couldn’t relate to it. Trust me, we all had our trampy moments but overall, we were too busy working to pay the expensive rents and utilities to stay in our apartments. And we had fun with our friends. Lots of parties and dinners and brunches and all had a capsule wardrobe due to lack of closet space.
What really bothers me about this show is it could have been so much better. Star could have made Emily more likeable in two ways. The first by casting someone different. Chloe Moretz would have made an epic Emily because she’s got an edge to her and I think that’s what Emily needed. Margo Robbie, at age 30 IRL, could have been a wonderful Emily because in her position as a marketing ace, she would have been more believable add to the fact she’s so pretty you could see why every guy in Paris wanted to take her panties off!
Margot Robbie could have made a great Emily. Even though she’s Australian, she’s sooooo All-American looking. I could get why guys want to be with her…
Had Chloe Moretz been cast as Emily it would have given the character a more edgy vibe and a bit more snark but in a good way.
But it’s also the writing. Here you have the greatest opportunity to have a young woman in Paris to live. She’s away from her family. Doesn’t know a soul, and more realistically isn’t making a ton of money. She can learn to have style from observing the French women. She can focus on errors made while learning the language. She can turn the every-day mundane existence into something funny. And her character could be likeable if a lonely side or vulnerable side was showcased.
It’s not a show I would like to see having a second season.
His Take: He did not dislike the show as much as I did. Some of the stereotypes described have value—such as the smiling for no reason and the loudness. But overall, he really could not stand Lily Collins as Emily! Oh, la lalalalalala!
Stay tuned for Part Deux where we recommend TV shows and Movies!
Stay tuned for Part Deux and our recommendations! And I promise I will take the beret off!
To be honest, I was a bit scared to get on the scale. Lately, I’ve been naughty. The special political stress—or rather PTSD, Political Traumatic Stress Disorder, has been hitting hard the past few weeks so the cheese and Herr’s Tortilla have been very comforting to me.
Mommy needs willpower–In the past year, I most likely polished off about a dozen CASES of these little pillows of lead!
Anyway, it was time to face the truth. 160 pounds of me. The scale didn’t lie.
This is a great photo. At 6 pounds over what these women are, it’s interesting to see how the same 154 pounds looks on each of these women of different heights. Every one of them looks healthy! It depends on our comfort level and how toned we are!
The biggest disappointment? Last year at this time, my weight would fluctuate between 142 and 145 pounds but I kept it in check. Well…. I kept it in check until November. Between my brother’s passing, the trip to Paris during last Thanksgiving weekend in which I ate everything that came within mouth distance, Christmas and then—the Pandemic, let’s just say everything but my mouth was on lockdown!
Umm. I really think Patsy was talking to me and not Eddie!
Isn’t it funny how the weight creeps up? You think you’re doing ok and then—bam! You look at yourself sideways in the mirror and you see that huge belly. Your face appears slightly rounder. The clothes are tighter and then like magic—most of your wardrobe doesn’t fit. It’s that sloppy 15 to 25-pound gain. Not a tremendous amount but more than a few pounds.
That’s what I’m talking about! My gut. I can do the same thing as her! Only mine is bigger and flabbier!
In the past Weight Watchers has been a reliable program for me—but when I go off, the weight comes back unless I follow it forever.
And there’s more to life than salad and zero point foods!
Intermittent Fasting? I just don’t think it’ll work at this time. If I had a job that I enjoyed, I could probably do the IF, but every day brings frustration and stress during my 9 to 5 life and when I get home from not eating all day, I’m a hangry bitch –like a hungry canine, I’ll shove any foodstuff into my face and then I feel bad and by the time dinner comes around I’m eating again.
I lose my girly and behave like a hungry dog if I fast! And I would actually walk around with pizza hanging from my mouth!
Truthfully, I’m tired of spending money to lose weight. So, I’m going in a new direction.
I am eating more salad. I’ll be truthful. It’s not my jam but it’s satisfying!
That, my lovelies, is the direction of willpower and being accountable for my actions.
I’ll be writing down what I eat. And throwing away all sugary sweets.
Bottom is a Pain aux Raisin from a batch I made for my husband. I made them on Saturday. I have not eaten any. Instead I’m reaching for the Gala apple!
I’ll be researching healthy recipes and I purchased a book (I honestly didn’t even spend money on it because I used my Discover Cash Back rewards) that was recommended to me by a high school friend and reader of the blog, Cyndy Floor! In fact, when I finish writing the draft of this post, I’m headed upstairs to begin reading.
I’ve started to read the VB6 book by Mark Bittman. I’m a few pages into it and it’s a very good read so far! Thank you Cyndy!!!
And so, I figure if we do this together, we’ll all benefit!
One of the most important things for me is to get rid of trigger foods. Cheese, pasta, bread, and tortilla chips are my triggers—all carbs. It’s also difficult to bake for my husband and family because—and this is going to sound so disgusting to some of you—but I’m being transparent—it’s difficult to bake because I like the cookie dough before it’s cooked. Doesn’t matter what kind either. Same with cake batter—I’ll like the bowl cleaner than Chippy can—and I don’t care that the eggs are raw either. Frosting, luckily doesn’t contain eggs but I’ll make more than called for so I can graze on it. Ohhh I feel so much better releasing this confession! So, what are your trigger foods?
I had to purge all the macaroni in the house because I’ll eat it. And I never cook a little–I cook an entire box! For me!
Exercise is another thing. I’m so mentally drained when I arrive home from work that I cannot even bring myself to take a walk around the block. Instead, I’ve been walking around my office twice a day. I swear I wish I was back in New York City where I walked everywhere! But I shall make the effort to walk more.
And getting dressed for work every day is helping. My current wardrobe (the clothes that fit) is one with a ton of stretch–thank goodness I didn’t need to purchase larger clothing. I just packed away the clothes that didn’t fit. And when the weight comes off, I’ll bring them out of hibernation!
I’m a big fan of the J. Crew Factory Jamie pants–the elastic waistband is very Pandemic Weight Gloss friendly!
Today I wore a “so-old-they-are-almost-vintage” pair of the original J. Crew Pixie pants. The stretch component is incredible! The shirt I’m wearing is from Gretchen Scott Designs…
has a ton of stretch but also sucks the flabby bits in! These are the clothes that will get me through!
Excuses need to be stopped and action needs to be taken. Meals need to be planned.
This template is what I need. How about you?
In fact, Bonaparte is mulling over what I should make for Saturday evening’s dinner. I have decided to make Chicken Breasts with Tomato and Black Olives, topped off with Basil!
Everything you need is right here!
Chicken Breasts with Tomato, Black Olives and Basil
Ingredients: 8 Roma/Plum tomatoes cut into quarters lengthwise
4 Chicken Breasts boneless, skinless and pounded flat. Preferably organic.
One can of Black Olives—pitted. Size doesn’t matter. I like large and I cut them in half
Lengthwise. SAVE the Olive juice!!!!!
Fresh Basil
Olive Oil
White Wine-about ¼ cup.
Garlic—2 large cloves, minced or—mashed through a microplane
Red pepper flakes
Pour a bit of the white wine into a pan, add the tomatoes and garlic. There’s really no need for the olive oil because the tomatoes will sweat. Sprinkle with red pepper flakes and a bit of salt. Cook them till just soft because you don’t want them mushy. Set aside.
Drizzle olive oil in another pan. Add the chicken, the remaining wine and some of the olive juice to keep the chicken moist. When the chicken is lightly browned on both sides, add the tomatoes. Add the olives and cook about five minutes more.
Top with julienned basil. This is healthy and you can have leftovers for your next meal!
Any tips you want to add or if you want to add your starting weight—place in the comments! I think we’re going to have a good time! And we’ll be here to support each other! I’m thinking at some point maybe we can have a Zoom meeting!
PS. I’m not giving up my aperitif on the weekends!
I certainly don’t smoke but that aperitif isn’t going anywhere but in my belly! We all need a treat!
Okay. So, after my cataract surgery I had a rude awakening. More like a scary awakening. I saw my face in the mirror. It was rather frightening simply because during my cataract phase, especially as the cataracts grew worse, I saw myself in a blur. This meant any flaws, discoloration or wrinkles were basically out of my sight.
You can’t imagine my surprise when, after my eyesight became damn near perfect, the reflection that stared back at me was decades older than I imagined.
This wasn’t nearly as scary as my real reflection!
I had to think quickly. Although there was nothing I could surgically do to change the ageing process, I realized that it had to be dealt with in a more positive manner. I studied my face and played around with various liquid foundations that I already have—and lord knows I have quite a few.
Find the foundations! There are three in this pic but in my makeup collection, there’s gotta be about 15!
And with a few days off from work to recover, playing around with face makeup (I was not allowed to wear eye makeup) wasn’t such a bad activity to while away the time.
Most of the liquid foundations I have were creeping into my lines and caking up after a while. I really don’t want that at this time. I’m not saying there’s no longer a use for liquid foundation, it’s just that I started looking more into other options.
Mineral powders do not work for me and never have. My skin is just too dry and the effect, no matter how much moisturizer or primer I use, is horrific. The powders leave my skin feeling like the Sahara and looking pretty much like the famous desert as well.
Some time ago, I ordered cream makeup from RCMA and I liked it. It was time to revisit but I wanted to research more about cream cosmetics. So, I did. And discovered Maskcara Beauty. The company was started up by a blogger and took off. There is a plethora of tutorials on this brand so I watched many of them and became quite intrigued.
I’m a fan of the RCMA cream makeup but I wanted to try something different for a change!
On Instagram, a woman I follow @over60gal happens to sell the brand’s makeup. I like her little tutorials and she seemed like a nice person so I kept her in mind. The more I researched this makeup the more I became interested. But I was wary about one thing—the business is run like an Avon thing. Maskcara Beauty is an MLM-Multi Level Marketing company and the sellers are “artists” when I’m sure most of them have no cosmetology experience at all other than selling Maskcara Beauty.
A few of the MLM’s that are available..
Regardless, the products still interested me and so I bit the bullet and made a purchase.
My first of two purchases consisted of two highlighters (basically concealers/foundations) an illuminator, a contour, a lip and cheek color and two eye shadows. As a gift, because I bought more than four products, I received a palette that stored four of the products purchased. All items with the exception of the eye shadows are creams. The shadows are powder.
Top–The first Purchase, Left to right: Contour-Ash; Highlight-Candelight; Illuminator-Dulce; Highlight-White Peach Bottom-Second Purchase: Highlight-Mango; Bronzer-Bella; Highlight-Aura; Illuminator-Pearl
The highlighters, contours, illuminators are all housed in cute little tins. And for the price of $14 per, it seems a bit on the pricey side until you realize that just a small amount of product is needed-trust me, a small amount is all you need. The eyeshadows cost $12 each.
Two of the shadows. Rigoletto on the left, Sabrina on the right. To be honest, I love the shadows but don’t use them because it’s too much of an effort to take them out of these plastic thingys.
The palettes, made of sturdy cardboard are magnetized and come with built-in mirrors. They run the gamut in price depending on the size. The prices are from $12 to $40.
Here’s what the palettes look like closed. They are pretty but I just do think they are overpriced.
The tutorials, from various “artists” can be found on YouTube. In all honesty, the one artist who I feel is the best is a woman named Sarah Martin who goes by the name on both YouTube and Instagram as The Contoured Chemist (on Insta as @thecontouredchemist). She is, hands down, remarkable.
Sarah Martin aka The Contoured Chemist. I’m not kidding when I tell you to head to her YouTube channel. Her tutorias are incredibly. You’ll binge on them! She knows her stuff!
She’s younger than our demographic of the over 50-60 crowd but she’s incredibly knowledgeable about the brand’s products and she uses them, and educates about the products so well. Her tutorials are easy to follow, greatly detailed and she’s got a great personality—she’s amiable and not condescending in any way.
Inasmuch as Sarah is great, I really can’t say that for a number of the artists that have tutorials. My main issue is with the contour. Most of these artists leave a clear line of demarcation with the contour that it drives me nuts. Contour is supposed to be blended in to give the illusion of a shadow and not warpaint!
(Photo by Mark Boster-Pool/Getty Images)
One would think Lindsay Lohan would know how to apply contour but that line of demarcation is so obvious. And that’s the biggest concern I found in watching quite a few of the Maskcara tutorials. You need to blend–like REALLY blend!
And there is definitely a learning curve with the makeup. You really need to blend, blend. If too much product is used, you can end up with a heavy look. The contour, although creamy has a drier texture than the other products so you really have to play around to find out the best application for your needs.
No–Chippy didn’t make a mistake! It’s the Ash contour and it IS drier than the other creams but once it’s warmed up from the heat of your finger, its all good! I LOVE this color because it looks just like a shadow when you apply and blend!
The brand sells brushes and a blending sponge that is highly recommended but I didn’t want to spend the money. Instead I found brushes on Amazon that are dupes and I use a blending sponge from InStylish that works beautifully.
These brushes from DUcare are fantastic! I purchased them on Amazon and have the link from my Amazon Storefront for you (Disclaimer I do receive a small commission from Amazon on items sold) : DuCare Brushes
I’ve been using the Maskcara products exclusively for the past two weeks to get a good feel of how the brand works for me and how the makeup looks and I can say that I’m a fan. So, lets go and I’ll show you how I use them.
Always start off with a clean face, naturally. I moisturize in the morning after washing my face and brushing my hair. Then I wait about five minutes and apply primer.
Caveat. The pics below are in very natural light. They aren’t flattering pics and I wanted it that way so you could see an untouched and unfiltered photo of a normal 65-year old woman!
Oh. Scary! Nothing on my face except moisturizer. My poor husband has to wake up to this!!
While I realize that primer isn’t essential, I happen to love primer. With the cream-based makeups, a non-silicone primer works better, in my opinion. One of the primers I swear by is from the brand Etude, a Korean brand I purchase from Amazon. This is a great primer and I just reordered for the third time!
Hands down–this is one of the greatest primers ever. It isn’t silicone-based and that’s key if you use a primer with the cream makeups. LOL! I received my new primer today–I can’t be without this. Here’s the Amazon Link-I’m shilling but don’t get mad at me! It’s worth every penny of the $13.40 Etude House Primer
Next, I head to the eye makeup. I always begin with the eyes because fallout from shadows and any mishaps are better left at the beginning rather at the end after everything else is applied! Doing this also allows for the primer to “set”.
After the eyes, I apply the shade “Mango” under my eyes and anywhere that the redness needs to be toned down. It’s important to use a light touch. I pick the product up with my brush and push the product in then blend like crazy. And I use an old Tarte buffing brush to blend.
Pressing the brush into Mango…
Then after pressing the product onto my face, and after blending, I’m buffing with this Tarte brush,
This is followed by a highlighter. Again, I press the brush down to lift product then press into my skin to blend.
Adding the White Peach highlighter!
Again. Press and blend–don’t be afraid!
On to contour. The shade I am using is Ash and I love it. It’s a cool toned grayish taupe that gives a great shadow effect. It’s on the dry side so I pick it up with my finger. The warmth from my skin helps to soften the product.
Ugh. Don’t mind my nails. I need a manicure but I was too lazy to sit at the nail place this weekend. Anyway, I pick up the contour with my finger and…
Swipe it on my wrist..
I then swipe it on my wrist and pick up the product with a brush and press into my skin and blend like a Ninja smoothie maker! It’s such a subtle color but adds the definition to the cheekbones that you need.
Contour is on and needs to be blended but I wanted to show you where I apply it!
Cheek color is next. I’m using Hollywood which is a nice shade but a bit on the light side. It gives a nice flush though. In addition, I’m using a Real Techniques brush because I prefer using a smaller one for application.
BTW, the Hollywood cheek/lip color is kept in the tin because I didn’t have room in the palette. But I prefer to apply this with a Real Techniques brush!
Hollywood is a very light blush–more of a flush!
Word to the wise. Use a brush that has a short handle. I was going to use this Jeffrey Starr brush to apply the illuminator and the tip scratched the highlighter and was left with a mess. Why am I so clumsy?
My innate ability to clumsily destroy stuff fascinates me–and not in a good way. Use a short brush!
I added illuminator in Dulce after my blush was applied. I applied with my finger and used a brush to blend. All was set with a damp, almost dried, blending sponge!
Added Dulce illuminator–and used my finger…
All set with the InStylish blending sponge. The one sponge Chippy didn’t eat!
He usually finished off a sponge every couple of months.
Finished look? I added mascara, eyeliner, lip gloss and hair! The end result is polished and dewy. I’m pleased.
Finished the eyes. Added a gloss and threw on some hair! I’m good to go!
Cream makeup is definitely the way to go for me these days. But don’t forget that there are other products you can also use. I’ve got pics below of some you may like.
Pleased as punch with Maskcara Beauty!
Kat von D Shade and Light Contour. The products in this palette are incredibly creamy. I purchased this over a year ago at TJ Maxx for a mere fraction of the original $48. I think I paid $12.99. And it is wonderful.
If you see the Kat Von D Contour at TJ Maxx–grab it!
More cream foundation/concealer—RCMA. This was purchased from Beautylish. I like these a lot and as with Maskcara beauty, there is a learning curve with these creams. It takes a light hand. I find that the Maskcara products are creamier than the RCMA.
The opened Kat Von D Contour–the shades are comparable to Maskcara. The orange color corrector is akin to Maskcara’s Mango! And the RCMA cream palette can be found on Beautylish–although I think value-per-dollor is better with Maskcara!
Subtl Beauty. I LOVE this brand and it is my “go-to OG” for travel. I’ll be traveling to Cincinnati in a little over a week to see my daughter and my Subtl Beauty stacks will come with me.
And although Hollywood by Maskcara is lovely, I do prefer the lip/cheek colors from Subtlbeauty. The price points are the same and the Subtl Beauty products come house in plastic!
I think if Maskcara offered plastic palettes to purchase, it would make the cosmetics more travel-friendly because I have this “thing” that cardboard, over time, just won’t last as well as plastic packaging. The stacks twist on and off making them more secure.
So that’s it. It’s important that as we proage we realize it may be time to revisit what kinds of makeup and what brands we use. I think Maskcara is a decent brand. So far. So good. Try it I think you’ll like it!
No—it isn’t a typo. I’m referring to my current circumstance as Pandemic Weight Gloss it’s a hybrid of “gain+ loss”—Gloss! And this word is being used because you can dress well after the infamous Pandemic Weight Gain and during the weight loss.
A good number of us have had this expression during this pandemic. Weight happens1
First, I’m gonna address the elephant in the room. And although in the present time I may feel as though I’ve got an elephant’s weight, I need to address just what caused this weight gain It was far more than the pandemic that caused it.
Trust me. That elephant is excercising more than I am!
I made a list and studied it. With the exception of my brother’s passing and the state of my eyesight before my cataract surgeries, it came down to the fact that I lost will power. But it isn’t laziness. The current state of being self-contained made most of us lose any will that we had. Am I right?
I made a list. Checked it twice. And realized that I could have had control over quite a few of these excuses!
And it isn’t easy. I don’t know about you, but Weight Watchers isn’t working for me anymore. I tried intermittent fasting and that turns me into a hangry bitch! The other option was Noom but I’ve heard too many mixed reviews and truthfully, I don’t want to spend the money.
There’s a reason Weight Watchers isn’t working at the moment. None of the above is allowed. That’s what I’ve been shoving into my mouth!
The wakeup call came to me in the form of transitioning my summer clothing to winter clothes. A couple of weeks ago, I tackled this transition only to discover that I gained so much weight most of my clothing didn’t fit me. It was so disgusting. My gut not only is a flabby display of overflowing fat, but I swear my belly is larger than my pregnant daughter’s. At least hers is firm.
Honestly–this is ME. I can’t even close most of last year’s pants!
My thighs and ass have expanded and my upper arms, as well as my face, have gotten rounder. It is no surprise that over the course of three seasons, my body puffed up like a kernel of popcorn over the heat!
There’s lots to do. I need to channel my inner willpower and I need to be accountable to myself. Nobody else but me. With a grandchild on the way, I need to get healthy. At my aging proage, I must get healthy. That entails more than dieting. It begins with baby steps. Then wider steps and getting into a routine.
And I’ll get to more of that later. But for now………….
Back to the clothing! Rather than sit around and cry and whine about why most of my clothing didn’t fit, I weeded out the clothes that would work while this extra load is being carried upon my body.
And rather than sit around continuing to stuff my face……
A good number of the pants in my wardrobe have stretch. I tried them on and surprisingly the stretch factor worked in my favor. Granted, the waist was very snug but with panties that suck the tummy in—they work!
Lets Look at Pants–shall we?
A couple of weeks ago, I purchased a pair of “Jamie” pants from J. Crew Factory online. They were a clearance item so at less than twenty bucks, I made the purchase and I’m so glad that I did. The leopard print and wider legs are on trend but not overtly trendy. They are so stinking comfortable that I headed to Factory’s website to find more colors. The only remaining color was sold out in my size. The waist is elasticized but not granny. I have to say, I never thought I would love these pants.
These pants. I didn’t expect to love these as much as I do but I’ll tell you, they drape beautifully. The polyester blend is soft and almost silky in texture. The wider leg is surprisingly flattering and the length is wonderful. I’m wearig a stretchy tee that was purchased at Target about two years ago. At $19.99 these pants are fantastic! And..
….the waistband is elasticized but not in a granny way. These are going to be a favorite during the weight gloss!
I loved the leopard print pants so much, I headed to J. Crew Factory to buy the wide-leg in black. Sadly they were sold out but I purchased a slimmer version. These are wonderful pants!
Here I am in my ever lovin’ J. Crew Pixie pants. I’ve got about 8 pair and have had them for a long time. The stretch component is incredible and the quality is stellar. The Pixie pant has literally been with me through thicker and thinner! It also helps to wear a sweater or top that falls below the waist!
The pants in this photo are about five or six years old! Again, it’s all about the stretch. These are Gap Jeggings and they are ridiculously accodomating for a weight gloss! Worn with black booties, a black top and a camel blazer, the look is polished and flattering . Try to stick with a more monochromatic color palette for a longer look!
My wool pencil skirts? It’s gonna be a while till I shimmy my body into them. However, my favorite three-season leopard print skirt has stretch and the tummy area expands. It still fits!
My favorite skirt–from J. Crew Factory! Granted–it’s a bit snug but the slight stretch contingent aids in the fit. I can zipper it up. Again with the stretch shirt from Target, this is one of my all-time favorite outfits! The shirt is fantastic because it falls at the perfect length. A too-short shirt will cut the body and make it look squat and heavier! Now is not the time for that!
Luckily, this body-con completely stretchy skirt is now a life-saver! It not only stretches but sucks my tummy in! Sticking to a monochromatic color scheme, worn with my favored French Hen sweater from J. Crew, this is a perfect choice for work! The skirt was purchased many moons ago either at TJ Maxx or Marshalls!
I have three kilt skirts with Velcro closure waistbands. These are a Godsend. The skirts, from the brand, Sportkilt.com are fantastic! Comfortable as all get out and the waistband can be closed tighter as the weight comes off.
This is the newest addition to my collection from Sportkilt.com! There’s nothing like a cute kilt no matter what age you are! The great thing is the velcro waist band…
The arrow is pointing to the velcro. You can adjust the waistband whether your waist is expanding or shrinking! THIS is the perfect Thanksgiving/Christmas/Channukah meal skirt!
The skinny on jeans? That’s a tough one. Some jeans fit fine due to the stretch and some I can’t even zipper up. But I do have my stretchy whimsical jeans from Gretchen Scott that are very weight friendly!
The jeans can be daunting during a weight gain because they can feel cumbersome. Many of my jeans are stashed away for leaner times. These jeans from AG Jeans are one of the few pairs that still fit. That is due to a good amount of stretch and the right panties! A half-tuck with a tee shirt helps to disguise added tummy fat!
These “jeans” from Gretchen Scott Designs are fun, colorful and whimsical! And loaded with stretch around the tummy and waist! Purchased on sale–they are wonderful!
Another pair of Gretchen Scott jeans! I’ll tell you, these are fabulous for those of us who need the stretch! The leg is also a tad looser than a true skinny jean so overall, a great fit!
Dresses? For now, the sheath dresses will be in a deep slumber but I have my jersey swing dresses that are perfect for gain-into-loss! These dresses hide a multitude of sinful eating and can be dressed up or down!
These dresses though! Purchased at Old Navy for $17.99 each they are an asset to the weight loss. The fit is definitely looser but still remains flattering. I love the look with boots and each can go dressy with pumps and pearls!
This dress is from a few seasons ago. I reviewed it for Mindful Souls but the company is no longer selling this dress. It was slightly large when I received it but presently, fits beautifully. The layered “slip” adds length and again, looks great with boots!
Running errands? I’ve discovered activewear! Although I much rather get a bit more dressed when I leave the house, these leggings are great for home use. It occurred to me that if I make the feeblest of attempts to look decent at home, the willpower may kick in a bit. Traipsing around in pajamas and a tee shirt or sweatshirt adds to the mental sloppiness that got me into this poundage.
Bra straps notwithstanding, Activewear has warmed the strings of my heart. Although I rarely wear this sort of clothing outside the home. Actually, with a blazer, this just may suffice for casual Fridays! And the fit is friendly while attempting to lose weight!
The key is to feel better about yourself while going through the Weight Gloss journey! And the right clothing can help. Stretch is the key component. That stretch around the thighs and the waistband really help.
And again, the majority of clothing I’m showing you in this post are not new. It’s just that I happen to purchase clothing with a bit of stretch so the fabric can “give” and move with me. The new items were the dresses from Old Navy and the Jamie pants from J. Crew Factory. I love every purchase and that helps. You have to buy what you love or it’ll never get worn!
So that’s it. What do you think? Should I return to a weekly weight post? I’m veering toward it!
It’s a journey for certain. But I want to ask something. A while back, about two year ago, I wrote weekly installments on losing weight. What do you think of doing it again? But this time, we can do it together. Perhaps every Thursday evening I can do a post dedicated to what I cooked, wore, thought during the week of loss. Maybe we can share our strategies.
Let me know what you think and we can do this together!
So, I was all set to write a blog post about weight gain/loss friendly clothing but I was waylaid. If you read my last post, then you most likely caught my voting faux pas.
It’s all about the stretch–but I’ll continue this in a few days from now!
I’ll refresh your memory and if you didn’t read the last blog post, I’ll explain.
Bonaparte and I received Vote-by-Mail Ballots. Apparently during the last local election, I requested a mail-in ballot and that request grandfathered over into this Presidential election. Bonaparte made his request specifically for this election.
When the ballots arrived, I showed little interest. It was because my plan was to get up early on the morning of November 3, make sure my iPhone was fully-charged so that I could play Candy Crush on the long line that was anticipated while sitting my ever-expanding derrière in a folding chair that I had planned to store in the trunk of my car the night before.
Let’s add masks, and coats and possibly umbrellas if the weather is rainy, people social distancing and me, sitting on a chair playing Candy Crush. It’s not the greatest scenario!
Voting in person was very important to me because I don’t trust the post office and I don’t trust the Republican contingent and their slithering ways to suppress voters. I vowed to stand sit in line all day if need be.
Well…not anymore!
But something happened. My husband, in his very French way, explained to me that I was no longer 25 or 30 years old. He went on to remind me that our demographic is susceptible to Covid and that I want to be well to see my future grandson! (Yes! Oona and Sam are having a boy—I’ll be writing another post about it).
This is the age I imagine me to be…
Whereas this is the age I am.
He had me at grandson. And so, I had a change of heart and decided that perhaps voting by mail would not be such a bad thing after all.
Our plan was to drive to the drop box behind City Hall and the Courthouse in Norristown, the political epicenter of Montgomery County, PA. We would do it Saturday (this past) morning. The drop box hours for Saturday were 11 AM through 4 PM. And we would get there early—after all, that’s what old people do. They arrive way early for any event at any given time—provided it is at least an hour before opening.
Yeah. It’s like we older people hav nothing better to do than arrive early. Oh wait! We can entertain the crowds!
I added the address to my WAZE app on my iPhone well in advance and I was getting very excited.
WAZE is the freakin’ bomb! It warns you of police ahead, automobile accidents, traffic backups and you can listen to music on Spotify while navigating!
On Friday, the evening before we were to drop our ballots off, Bonaparte made copies of the ballots and whilst enjoying our aperitifs of Kir Royals, we completed our pretend ballots. It was like being back in school and doing homework. I was ecstatic at this point.
Very classy Friday evening. Voter practice with a drink in my hand!
When I fell asleep, I had visions of dropping my ballot off and being such a proud American citizen—and a senior one at that, to bring my beloved country back on track! I imagined myself as Lady Liberty—or Marianne leading the French Revolution—but only in America!
Well, at least the flag’s colors are the same! And a bra is needed but you get the gist of my dream! It was ME leading the new revolution! The Suburban Housewife revolution!
Saturday morning arrived and I awoke with the hope and glory that only one does when they look forward to doing their civic duty. I got dressed, even wore makeup and picked out a “good” wig! And I hummed Neil Diamond’s “America” as I skipped down the stairs to the dining room.
Yes! Neil Diamond’s “America” is the story of my immigrant grandparents. I sing of thee Neil. I sing of thee!
Bonaparte was already waiting for me. He had the ballots at the table. Two black pens and both the secure envelopes and the envelopes everything went in were laid out nicely and in order.
Before I go further, let me explain something to you. At work, I’m uber-organized. Everything in my cubicle is placed for efficiency. I’m not kidding either. I can be blindfolded and still manage to hand anyone a document they may need because I’ve placed every piece of paper, every form and document and packet in such a way that I don’t even need to see where they are.
I kid you not. My cubicle is incredibly organized the placement of every document in for better efficiency!
I have a raffle-sized wheel of certified stickers for mailing and I’ve memorized every number that is needed with the exception of the last four as they are different on each individual sticker.
I have memorized every number on my roll of certified mail stickers with the exception of the changing last four. This is not normal behavior and I realize that!
Managers have expressed their fascination with my organized little cubicle world. I have checklists for every process and typewritten notes for procedures. My cubicle is my happy place and during the pandemic it became my second home!
You need to know this to be completely flummoxed when I explain what happened next.
To fully understand just how complex the Pennsylvania mail ballot is, please read this article by Claire Sasko (who also took the photo): The Pennsylvania Mail In Ballot
I filled out my “real” ballot. I carefully signed my name to the outside envelope, dated it, printed my name. The ballot was sealed and I was ready to go.
And then Bonaparte spotted something. It was the “secure” envelope that the ballot was supposed to be placed into. It was on the table. In front of where I sat. It was empty.
I forgot to place the ballot into the secure envelope and then into the envelope I completed.
A little vignette of what went down at Chateau Lartigue!
In a mad rush, and shaking more than Joe Cocker ever did, I tore open the envelope without a thought of what I was doing. The envelope was destroyed. And I stood there shocked. I screwed up.
To be honest, I was beside myself and started to cry. The tears were because I felt that I failed my America. This is the most important election of my lifetime. I am voting for the spirit of my sister, Beth Ann who died many years ago. Had she lived, she would have been severely disabled both mentally and physically. The present president made fun of her publicly when he made fun of the disabled at a rally. It was filmed for all to see. I was voting for the spirit of my grandfather who fought in WWI and for my own brother who passed because as a military man, the present president referred to these men in my life and others as “losers and suckers”. And the list goes on.
And like Gloria and Angela–the WOMANVOTE will count more than ever!
We drove in silence to the drop box in Norristown. I knew my husband wasn’t very pleased with me but I felt a bit better when he said in his heavy French accent, “Casseeee, we weeel see eef we can mek zis behtahr” “We weeel find out if zayhr can be somzing zat can be done”
We arrived at the juror parking lot where the drop box was placed. A short line, of mostly senior citizens, had begun. Luckily the weather was on our side and we got out to stand in the line while the sun warmed us. A police van was parked at one end with it’s lights flashing and a uniformed woman made her way to the drop box. It was very eventful!
TBH, Montgomery County did a good job with the Drop Box locations! The hours are posted–too bad the process of voting via mail is not as clear and concise
When Bonaparte walked up to drop his ballot off, I was with him. I explained my situation to the woman and she cheerfully told me that all I needed to do was to go to Voter Services on Monday morning and everything would be taken care of.
And that’s what I did. My alarm was set for 5 AM. You know, I’m old now so I live to wake up at dawn to be where I need to be unnecessarily early. I got dressed, put makeup on, put another “good “wig on, had my coffee, grabbed my damaged ballot and envelopes, placed them in my purse, made sure I had ID and Bonaparte, ever the trooper, drove me to Voter Services. The reason for his driving? I wouldn’t have to feed quarters into the parking meter because who knew how long I would be there.
Now here is where it gets frustrating; there’s a ton of construction going on at the government buildings in Norristown. There was no sign or indication of where voter services were. I went to the Court House. It was closed—and although it was 7:30 in the morning, there were no signs anywhere. I walked around the building to no opened doors. I passed a man who appeared to be working in the area and asked him where voter services was.
He was so nice! He told me where to go and he accompanied me to the building. A line of about six people had already started. Some people were registering to vote and another couple did the same thing I did! It felt good to know I wasn’t alone in my error!
Moments later a security guard came out and led us inside. For a fleeting moment I felt as though I was back at the airport going through the TSA area. My purse was placed on the conveyer belt and I had to go through the security gate while the guard hovered one of those wands over my body!
It was all very organized as we were led to elevators to the second floor and only two people were allowed in the elevators at a time. We were led into a room where we had to fill out forms for our particular instance. The form was given to me to complete—it was for a mailing envelope.
Here’s the room where I waited while my error was corrected. I’ll tell you, it took no time at all. Then again, I did get there early in the day!
After completing, I asked the staff member if I would receive the new envelope in time to mail in or drop the ballot off. When she told me a new envelope would be processed within fifteen minutes, I almost passed out!
The best part was the everyone who was in the room, whether they were registering to vote or whether they were correcting an error, was engaging with each other. It was great!
And I received my new envelope with my new secure envelope. I sat in a private area to stuff the completed ballot into the secure envelope and into the envelope which I completed with my personal information and date.
And on my way out, I was able to drop my ballot off in the drop box.
I voted for the 2020 Presidential Election! I am one proud American!
I’ll tell you; this pandemic has literally taken a toll on me. And I’m not the only one. We’ve all been affected by life in 2020. The New Year may have garnered hope for one month but from February on it spiraled downhill.
Jobs were lost. Loved ones became fatally ill. Survivors who caught the COVID-19 virus were lucky and some were affected with permanent damage. Working from home became the new normal. Masks are the newest and most-needed accessory.
Forget earrings and lipstick! These days it’s the mask that matters!
We don’t socialize. We don’t go to movies. We don’t go to concerts. Restaurants—the ones that haven’t closed, do mostly take out these days and when patrons do go out for a meal, are seated at a safe distance.
Whether a first-run or a film revival such as watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s on the big screen. It’s gonna be awhile–hopefully! Seriously. There’s nothing like a movie at the theatre!
This pandemic has left me with an 18-pound weight gain that is almost impossible to rid myself of and a depression that is battled every day. I’m so spent by the time I arrive home from work that there is no energy left to do even the simple things—such as a walk around the block or stretching to keep my body limber.
To be honest, this isn’t too far removed from what my gut looks like at the present!
Yes. I am lucky to have a job. I realize that. I work for two women who are wonderful superiors. I just don’t like what I do. There is no creativity. There is no humor or excitement. It is mundane and wearing on me. But still, it’s a paycheck and medical benefits. I cannot complain about that.
Me upon arriving home from the office. Every. Single. Evening.
And I did some deep thinking. Pondering if I should even continue the blog or let it fade into cyber-oblivion.
Do I REALLY want to give up on my blog?
My spirit for writing has been at bay and I’ve felt awful about it. I love writing. I love expressing my thoughts and having those words mean something to people. When I can write with heart, it can touch emotions. And that is important.
And I went back to the past. 2015. To my first blog post. I started a blog to keep my sanity. At the time, the company I worked for closed. It was the second consecutive company I worked for that closed. It wasn’t the best of times for me. And it wasn’t the best of times for others because they were going through many of the things I was going through.
This photo is from my second-ever Blog post: A Great Weekend In Brooklyn and remains my favorite post ever. It was the greatest weekend. All three kids were living in New York. Oona wasn’t in Ohio and Jake wasn’t in Los Angeles. They gifted me and Bonaparte with the best weekend ever! Here it is to enjoy once more! A Great Weekend in Brooklyn
When this blog was young, it was filled with fun stories. Just filled with things I liked, travel, food, clothes and makeup—with a few wigs thrown in. Writing made me happy.
And that is what I need to return to. The blog isn’t meant to garner millions of readers—it’s meant to appeal to those who can relate to a typical woman in her 60’s and what life brings. When I post a photo, it isn’t photoshopped or filtered to high heaven. It’s me. Not a catfish or a phony, touched-up photo. It’s real.
Hello Darling! No photoshop here but I must admit that sunglasses are a great beauty asset! It’s very Breakfast a Tiffany’s!
Nobody is perfect in this lifetime and if anyone tries to persuade you their life is perfect, then they are delusional. Flawed is so much more interesting than perfection. We are all flawed—whether physically, spiritually, emotionally or any other way. We are flawed. And that is not necessarily a bad thing.
Alright. I stand corrected. Mary Poppins is perfectly perfect! But I’m not Mary Poppins!
My life is perfectly flawed. And I would not have it any other way.
It’s also important to showcase aging. Real aging. We don’t get the jobs we should get. We don’t receive the pay we deserve. America’s mature demographic is pretty-much thrown to the wayside in favor of youth, youth, youth.
Enlarged pores, lines, sagging skin, discoloration, dryness…it’s all part of the aging process. It happens!
And proof of the cosmetics and skincare industries showcase that youth with the use of “anti-aging”. I’ve said it a million times. Your anti-age when you stop living. It is pro-age.
Did I decide to continue the blog?
You bet I did! Where else can I go to bitch and complain or vent? Where else can I share tips on makeup and clothing—especially when activewear is the new uniform? Where else can I go to make others chuckle at my mistakes. It’s here!
Seriously. Where else can I go to bitch and whinge and complain? It’s here!!!
Oh. And before I go, please allow me to share a huge Oops that I made yesterday.
Yeah. This is a bigly OOPS!
Bonaparte has expressed his concern about my wanting to go vote in person. He sat me down and very pragmatically explained to me that, at 65, I wasn’t exactly in my “Youssss” anymore (“youth” for those not aware of his French accent). He reiterated at how the virus is making a stronger return and that I could be standing in hours to vote—and being docked pay because in this country, we don’t have an important Presidential election as a national holiday. He also brought up the subject of bad weather and le blah, le blah, le blah.
I caved in and told him that I would, in fact, vote by mail. At this juncture I was very excited!
On Friday evening, while enjoying our aperitifs, we filled out the copies of the ballots that were mailed to us—for practice so I would not screw anything up.
Now—the process in Pennsylvania is such that you complete the ballot, place it into a secure envelope in which you sign your name, date the envelope then seal said envelope. Then the secured envelope with the ballot inside is placed into another envelope. And it is either mailed via USPS or placed into a drop box in your local municipality.
This was the dopiest mistake I’ve ever made. In 65 years!!
It’s simple enough. Right?
Um. Wrong! I messed up!
We were at the table, completing our ballots on Saturday morning before driving to the drop box in Norristown.
I thought I did everything correctly until Bonaparte noticed my “secure” envelope, without ballot, sitting on the table while the ballot was sealed in the wrong envelope.
I tore the envelope and basically ruined my mail-in vote. And while the Frenchman was able to place his ballot in the drop box in Norristown, with the smallest line ever, I cried the rest of the day.
It was explained to me that I can go to the Voter Services office to obtain a second ballot, envelope, etc., but I don’t know if it will transpire in time. So, I may have to vote in person after all.
You know, the thing that kills me about all this is at work, I’m so cautious and organized. I have checklists for everything! And when it comes to my personal life, I’m the exact opposite. At work, everything has its place. Don’t ask me where my iPhone charger is at home—it’ll take a tour of every outlet in the house to find it.
And this is the election that really matters. Goodness v. bad. Empathy v. nastiness. I could go on but I won’t.
So, do yourself a favor—it you are doing the mail-in vote, make a checklist and check it not twice but thrice. Don’t do what I did!
I’m off to write another blog post. See ya later!
I would so wear this outfit! I’m off to write another post–about clothes!
The past few weeks have been trying at best and extremely frustrating at worst. It’s really difficult to explain but having the cataract surgery on my bad eye really did affect the eye sight in my good eye. (Check this link for a better understanding – The Cataract Chronicles—Part Two).
Work has been the ultimate challenge. Working on two computer screens can wreak havoc on those even with stellar eyesight! Add fluorescent lighting to the mix and it is a disastrous cocktail for those with sight issues such as light sensitivity, cataracts and other problems.
I work on TWO computer screens! Talk about doubling your pleasure! LOL!
And while my good eye was in waiting for that second surgery, I had a paying job to do.
And it sucked. It didn’t suck because of the tasks I was handed. Nor did it suck because I was forced to do so. In fact, my boss and supervisors were incredibly understanding and helped me in every way.
It was the fact I simply could not see the computer screens. There was a blind spot which obstructed my view of the words on the screen. Much of it had to do with the effect of lighting etc. with the intensity of the cataracts in the one eye.
The week before the surgery, things became progressively worse and I had to get creative in attacking my workload. I wore my prescription glasses and over those wore a pair of oversized non-prescription sunglasses I had for—-oh, perhaps 15 years…they were purchased back in the day when my eyesight was better. I’ll tell ya—sometimes it pays to hold on to things! Marie Kondo—I’m talkin’ to you!
I’ll use MY organizational skills of NOT getting rid of items. You never know when they’ll come in handy!
Now. Understand that the oversized sunnies were heavy. As in they weighted heavily upon my nose and my prescription glasses. Add to that my wig and the ear tabs from the mask. I felt as though the weight of the world was in between my shoulders. Lit-uh-rul-lee! By the time I left the office my back, my neck and my head ached. All I wanted was to go to bed. Which I usually did.
Wig. Mask. Eye Patch. Eye glasses. Sun glasses. I had this load on my head. I swear a load in my pants would have been more comfortable!
And because I was taking eye medication, I was petrified to take any OTC pain medicine such as Tylenol, Motrin or aspirin. I cried every day from the pain. But, knowing it wouldn’t last much longer, it was something I could deal with.
Wednesday, September 23, couldn’t have come fast enough! The night before, I made sure to lay out my clothing because check-in time was 6:10 in the mornin’. A hot bath was a stress-reliever to get me to sleep early and into a deep slumber. Hoping the past day would be the last time I spent looking at the world through Vaseline-smeared eyes, I went to sleep dreaming of what life would look like after the surgery.
If you recall, I mistakenly wore a dress to my first surgery. This time around I wore activewear. Caveat-this photo was taken prior to the surgery. I didn’t wear makeup to the surgery.
We drove in early-morning darkness to the Mainline Surgery Center in Bala Cynwyd. And naturally, at 5:30 in the morning, in these Philadelphia suburbs, on Route 422, the traffic was heavier than lighter. WTF are these people going anyway? I thought most people were working from home. What happened to the quality of life anyway?
We made it at exactly 6:10 and I left Bonaparte with a smile and a kiss!
Once upstairs it was the usual. Fill out forms such as HIPPA and insurance. Get the debit card out for the copay and a wait to be called. But I have to say, the women in the reception area were so bright and cheerful and welcoming for such an early hour!
Check-in time! All belongings in a bag and co-pay taken care of!
Next Gina, the RN came out to the waiting area to get me and prepare me for the surgery. I sat in that chair-to-gurney which reminded me of the infamous Hoveround commercial.
I need a moment here. This was one of my favorite commercials of all time. I can’t explain why but it was. And the Hoveround-turned-gurney was one of the most fun aspects of the cataract surgery!
(RIP Hoveround guy. I loved you so much) Drops to numb my eye were put into place and the best of all…the IV with the meds to make me feel good…. really good!
Michael LeLand, the Hoveround guy, RIP. I was able to hear your voice while enjoying the IV!
Dr. Goldberg, the Corsican traveler, Steve the Irish Bartender (My nicknames—shit gets weird when you have relaxing meds) came to welcome me and I was told that as soon as Dr. Sando arrived, I would be wheeled in.
At this point I was so relaxed I understood just why you are told to go to the bathroom to empty your bladder before getting prepped. Any more relaxed and I would have needed a diaper!
Oh yeah. I was extremely tranquil with that IV in place!
This time around, the procedure was slightly different because I was able to get a better feel of what was being done. I don’t mean I could feel it; it was just the first surgery was on my eye that has a limited field of vision—even after surgery. While looking at the light, the music of Tom Petty and David Bowie was playing in the background. I was hoping for George Harrison’s “All Things Must Pass” or The Kinks “You Really Got Me”. But still, the music was great!
Tom Petty and….
….. a cataract surgery light show. It doesn’t get any better than this!
And just like that—it was over!
A shield was placed over my eye and then I was wheeled into the recovery area.
I was pretty out-of-it when I composed this quad of pics. It was after the surgery and I really didn’t need the glasses–but I was a happy little clam!
That Frenchman of mine. Bless his heart. The nurse told me they couldn’t get in touch with him. Needless to say, he took his granddaughter to school, then hit traffic on the way back. Some of us have different priorities—don’t we?
Back to the surgery.
At long last, I was accompanied downstairs where my husband greeted me and it was in the car and back home. All in about two hours!
As I ripped the shield from my eyes, I was not prepared by the gift of sight that returned to me. Did you know that the leaves are starting to change color? I saw individual leaves attached to trees! Green—as in really green grass. I could read the license plates on cars in front of us. The signs said “Stop”! The sky was as blue as the azure pool we swim in in Theoule-sur-Mer.
Signs. Grass. Leaves on trees! Everything was so beautiful! I had THE best drive home ever. Bonaparte was as stunned as I was at my remarkably successful cataract surgery!
And when I arrived home, I went out to the deck and realized the begonias are bright pink. Not dusty rose. I re-examined our home and realized it is a lot brighter and airier than I thought!
I swear to you, I went through the ENTIRE summer thinking these were a dusty rose/mauve. I had NO idea they were bright pink!
Our living room walls are more of a cream color. In six years I’ve never realized that until after my surgery!
And my favorite spot in the house–is sunnier and brighter and cuter!
But something happened when I went to the upstairs bathroom. I saw my reflection in the mirror. As I came in for a closer look. I was in shock! When did I become so old looking? My cataract sight had my face looking naturally filtered, blurry and void of lines and wrinkles.
Oh Muthafu…..Oops! I thought I really looked blurred and filtered IRL! I was a tad shocked to see this. I had no idea how many freckles I have1 Or lines. Or big pores on my nose. Or textured skin. But you know what? I’ll take it!
Then I saw the reality of it all. And after a moment (or seven), I dusted myself off and realized that I am what one would consider “old”. A bona-fide old person. Senior Citizen. Elderly? I think not—at least in spirit. Old Lady. Elder.
I would rather think of myself as a pro-ager, a tough broad (yes. Broad and I use that word lovingly), a warrior, a strong and empowering woman. I’ve earned those lines and wrinkles and I refuse to erase them. Well, perhaps a bit of Botox at some point won’t hurt, but for now. It’s all good because I can see.I
I’ll be channeling my innter Barbara Stanwyck. I’m a tough old broad from Queens, NY!
Allow me to exit the deeply shallow pool and get on with my saga.
Another shocking element was the fact that I saw better without my beloved prescription eye glasses. Yes! I couldn’t believe it. Mind you, I opted for the most basic cataract surgery because I chose only what my medical insurance paid for. And still, I was able to see beautifully.
In fact, the next day (yesterday) at my follow-up appointment, I almost passed out when it was pointed out to me what I viewed on the eye chart before having the surgery and what I was able to view after the surgery. It was one of those very few moments in life when I was dumbfounded.
Might I add that these letters were very much magnified when I saw them prior to the surgery. I was able to read a much smaller line after the surgery!
Seriously. My eye glasses are my security blanket. They have been a part of me for 62 years. The fact I could see better without them was something that I needed to comprehend.
It’s true. While I go through wigs like a newborn goes through diapers, my glasses remain the same. Most times stronger but they’ve been my security blanket through my lifetime!
I do, however, need glasses for reading and for using my iPhone and computer. And only readers because my sight is now that good. Yes. Readers only.
An old pair of Peepers Readers I purchased years ago and held on to. These were purchased as beach readers but they didn’t work out. Now they’re fine!
Here’s where I realize that Dr. Sando is truly a wonderful and ethical ophthalmologist. He could have sent me in the direction of the in-house optometrist. He could have given me the weakest link of a prescription that would have cost me a ton of money. Instead, he advised me to go to a pharmacy, try on a few readers while looking at my iPhone and decide upon the intensity of the reading lens. He also suggested while working at the computer I check my distance for a possible different reading lens. This would be helpful while working.
I did both and found a plethora of online eyeglass companies offering blue lens readers for those who don’t need prescriptions but need a bit of assistance.
I picked up a pair of 1.75 lenses for the phone and reading use. I may have to jump to 2.00 for the computer.
These $9.97 readers were purchased yesterday and they are working perfectly. Methinks I’ll be acquiring a collection of reading glasses to match my wigs! And the red lips and brows are the only makeup I’m wearing!
The point is—I can see. And I can see better than ever. It’s still a shock to my system.
And moving forward, I’ll be able to write again. I swear you have no idea how horrible I felt by not being able to write on this blog. It was painful. There were so many ideas what to write about but I was unable to express them because I couldn’t see the computer screen.
Now I can see the screen
I’ll also be able to drive again. Although it was fantastic being chauffeured by Bonaparte, I miss that freedom of being in the car and listening to my music pumped at 11. Driving is freedom. And a different kind. It isn’t freedom from loved ones—it’s personal time freedom. That time when you can have mind conversations with yourself or vent to yourself when nobody else is within your range of personal space.
Regardless. I’ll be happy to drive again! Well…on second thought…No. I will. Most of the time. Except for when I don’t want to…
So that’s about it. Sight is a beautiful gift. And as we proage, our sight plays tricks on many of us. We become sensitive to light. We see halos and not the kind hovering over an angel’s head. We have dull and blurry vision. And let me tell you, if it happens to you, please see an eye doctor immediately.
There’s a lot of beauty out there!! You don’t want to miss it!
Please. Listen to me. If you have any inkling you might have cataracts. Make that appointment!!! XOXOXOXO
Last month I wrote a blog post introducing my little friends, the Cataracts! If you need a bit of refreshing, here’s the post: Of Cataracts and Proaging Eye Care
Dopey me. I thought your eyes had to look like THIS in order to have cataracts!
It’s Friday as I write this. The weather is warm. It is sunny out. The sky is crystalline. And I’m healing from the cataract surgery I had two days ago. On Wednesday.
And this is how it rolled….
5:00 AM. The alarm went off and I jumped out of bed eager to get this procedure over with. It’s weird because I wasn’t nervous. And knowing my anxiety levels, I was a bit surprised at my lack of angst. Thinking back, it was simply because the cataracts (each eye had two, one in front and one in back) were being removed from my lazy eye. This is the eye that I don’t use. It crosses inward and apparently it was a lot worse before I had corrective surgery in 1960 to correct it. All I remember from that long ago was being put to sleep with ether. To this day I can still remember the horrific stench.
Safe for kids? How come 60 years later, I’m still traumatized by the disgusting stench!
Anyway (because we all know that “anywayS” is not a word), as lazy as the eye is, it still affects my good eye. It’s difficult to imagine if you have two eyes that work properly but I’ll try to explain. Vision in the bad eye (my right eye) is limited. But the cataracts have given an overall cloudy and blurry field of vision. Because the eye turns in, I can still see the cloudiness with my good eye. It’s akin to an annoying person who just won’t leave you alone. I can’t get rid of it. And so, it would be welcoming to have the cloudiness from the lazy eye leave so it wouldn’t annoy my good eye.
Hope you can follow this illustration because it pretty-much sums up how my eyes see!
In addition, the cataracts in my good eye were causing spotty blindness inasmuch that I couldn’t see facial features, couldn’t see road signs and couldn’t see traffic lights until it was too late. The husband has been driving me around since the beginning of the summer when my sight just got too bad. Honestly, the worst part is not being able to drive because I feel as though my freedom is taken away from me. Besides, I can’t sneak out to go shopping by myself.
This is how I saw my son Roman during his summer visits!
Back to the procedure….
It didn’t take long to get ready because I couldn’t wear makeup. I plopped a wig upon my noggin and slipped into a casual little black dress and Repetto ballet flats. I figured this would be the perfect outfit. It was the same one I wore to last year’s colonoscopy because the ease of slipping out of the shoes and dress were important. After all, the dress, shoes, and purse I carried would be securely placed into a locker as I changed into one of those extremely fashionable hospital gowns.
No makeup. LBD. Ballet Flats. A nice wig. How NOT to dress for cataract surgery during a pandemic! Wear super-comfy clothing. My dress kept riding up I was dressed more appropriately to give birth than for cataract surgery!
I forgot about the pandemic.
We arrived at the Mainline Surgical Center in plenty of time before the scheduled 7:15 surgery. Due to Covid’s new normal, Bonaparte was unable to accompany me inside. Reminding him a million times to leave his cell phone on, I entered the building.
Thank God my husband had the intelligence to wait a few minutes. I wasn’t allowed to bring my purse with me. Instead I had to take my driver’s license, my insurance cards and my debit card out of my purse, along with my phone, and place everything into a clear plastic bag.
Similar but not the same, the bag I was given had a drawstring at the top. Next time I know to leave the purse home. Next time I don’t even have to bring the insurance cards because they are on file–only my cell phone and debit card are needed!
I ran outside, handed my purse to my husband and told him to go home, drop the purse off and by the time he returned, the surgery would be finished. Fact is, at this point, I was more concerned about the vintage Louis Vuitton Speedy bag I placed in his care. That bag was restored by me. I purchased it for next to nothing at the beginning of the lock-down so I would have something to do and I freaking love that bag—even though Chippy snacked off the zipper pull and tag.
Back into the building and to the suite where the surgery was to take place. I was a bit surprised to see the waiting room so empty although there were a few patients scattered about. Chairs were taped to remind patients to keep a social distance. And although it was early in the morning, it was further validation that this virus isn’t going away any time soon.
I didn’t realize that was the pediatric waiting area. I couldn’t read the sign!
Chairs were taped for social distancing. And, I was also given a clean face mask. I liked that!
After signing in, I was called over to the front desk to run through paperwork. And to hand over my debit card for the co-pay of $200. Another short wait back at my socially-distanced chair and a nurse called for me to follow her.
Ugh. Copays. I would have rather bought shoes or a new wig than spend the money on a $200 copay!
Eager to change my clothing, I was told that due to the pandemic, lockers are not being used. Instead, there would be no gown; the procedure would take place with me wearing my LBD and ballet flats. A very “duh” moment for me. I should have worn yoga pants and a tee shirt. Who knew? But I will admit that I felt great when the nurse told me she loved my hair (I didn’t let on it was a wig).
And I was so looking forward to twirling around in that backless, fashion statement!
Can I just talk about how great the nurse was? Her name was Beth and she put me at complete ease. She recently became a grandmother and my grandmotherness-to-be was the topic of conversation. She led me to what looked like a cross between a wheel chair and a Hoveround!
A cross between a wheelchair and a Hoveround, this was weird looking but reclined so beautifully. Come to think of it, this would make a welcome addition to any family room!
Beth took my blood pressure and put a thing on my finger, I guess to monitor something—who knows. Then she put a needle into a vein in my hand…
The bruised area on my hand is where the IV needle was inserted. I could have left it in all day!
Meeting the Anesthesiologist was next. He was soooo nice! He asked the usual obligatory questions about general health and if I was taking any medication—including OTC meds such as aspirin and Tylenol.
Why did I feel so bad telling him I couldn’t even remember the last time I swallowed a pill? Oh wait! I know! It’s because if it isn’t a happy pill, it’s not worth taking!
I rest my case!
But I must say, the needle that was placed in my vein allowed for some good stuff to run through my body because I was feeling extremely relaxed and very good.
Next came the eye drops that were used to numb my eyes. Novocain for eyes without the needle! I was really feeling good!
After a few minutes, it was time to wheel me into the operating area—or maybe room—who knows what it was because I was ready for fun! Dr. Sando made me feel extremely comfortable as we spoke about my kids playing golf and the nickname for my oldest son, Jesus Jake. (Note to self—be quiet during the next eye surgery! Actually, I take that back. What the heck—let’s have fun). I also promised a batch of Momofuku Corn Cookies upon returning for my next cataract surgery. Hopefully, I’ll be allowed to bring them into the building despite the pandemic because Dr. Sando and the staff deserve a bit of sweet treats for having to deal with me.
I hope I’ll be allowed to bring my freshly-baked Corn cookies to the next surgery!
So now I’m going to have surgery. And I was awake the entire time. It was not laser surgery either. Cataracts were to be removed and replaced with a new lens.
I was instructed to keep looking at the light which was overhead; and when my eye drifted, I just went back to focusing on the light. It was the weirdest thing because it wasn’t like looking at a light in your home. It was more of a psychedelic light. You know, I never did LSD when I was younger because I was too afraid of flashbacks and my dad was a New York City cop. But I can imagine from friends’ description of dropping acid that this must’ve been mighty close—and a lot less harmful!
My high-school buddy Lisa said this was a lot like the visuals she experienced with LSD. For me it was a lot like the light during my cataract surgery.
Seriously though, I felt nothing except remarkable relaxation. And in the timespan of about twenty minutes, it was done. I was wheeled back to the recovery area and a bit dismayed as the IV was taken out of my hand.
A few minutes later, with a clear eye shield in place, I was off to return home.
A light show. A clear eye shield for protection. A happy patient! What’s not to love?
And that was it!
Oh. The eye shield. It’s to protect the eye against me. You know, from rubbing or touching the eye area.
Two days later, still smiling and wearing my shield. Caveat-I only wore makeup on my good eye for this photo. And a couple of others. It’ll be washed off later!
The after-surgery care is important. Your eye can itch and feel irritated as though an eyelash fell into your eye. That is why the shield is kept on. In all honesty, I didn’t have much irritation. No itchiness all. For a moment it felt like a lash fell into my eye but it passed quickly.
Because I’m so nosey and impatient, I lifted the eye shield as we drove home and I was astounded! I’m not kidding either. My reaction was “Holy shit—why didn’t I have this done sooner”
Even though the sight in my bad eye is limited, I can see colors so vividly. I cannot wait to get my good eye done!
Again, it’s difficult to describe due to the nature of my eye issues, but from the limited range of sight, everything was so vivid! There was absolutely no cloudiness or blurriness from my right eye. It was an incredible moment for me. Everything was so bright and clear—in the best way possible.
I closed the bad eye which was now sort of the good eye (I know, I know, it’s difficult to imagine), to look through the good eye which was now offering cloudy, blurry and dull sight. And now, with both eyes opened, the clarity from my bad eye, which crossed over to the sight of my good eye was annoying. It’s so weird but so wonderful at the same time.
Eye shield back in place I was car dancing in my seat with happiness!
Yeah. I was dancing wilder than this guy!
Because of instructions not to bend over, or lift anything heavy or cook, the remainder of the day was spent following my schedule of various eye drops and bingeing on Great British Bake-Off Holiday episodes. Christmas is only three months away and I need to start thinking about Holiday baking!
Paul, Noel and crew whetted my appetite for Christmas goodies!
Yesterday I returned to Dr. Sando’s office for a follow-up visit. It was a quick, easy visit as my eye was examined and all was well! And his advice was to use the eye drops religiously!
I’ve been a runnin’ to the shelter constantly for these mother’s little helpers!
And I’m keeping track. Although I had to change the Gray-capped drops from before bed to around 6:30 in the evening.
iThere will be a couple more visits until my next surgery on the 23rd and I am looking so forward to that next surgery! It’s gonna be so much fun!
How can you not appreciate the personality of a doctor with this eye chart in the examination room? (Although for some of us it could have been about wine!)
An important part of this process is finding the right doctor. I’m telling you, if you think you may have cataracts in live in the Philly area, look Dr. Sando up and make an appointment.
This guy! I’ve finally found a replacement for my childhood-into-adulthood ophthalmologist in Dr. Sando!
Don’t wait. Don’t do what I did. I blamed everything but my eyes. I blamed the lighting at work and relocated to a different cubicle. I blamed my husband for cleaning the no-glare finish off my eyeglasses (of which I am deeply ashamed of). I blamed light sensitivity. I thought eye makeup, and cream got into my eyes. I blamed drivers for having their brights on (and used rather saucy language) when, in fact, they didn’t. Those halos surrounding headlights in oncoming traffic, traffic lights and street lights were not a sign that I was seeing heavenly visions. They were an omen that my eyes were in dire straights and I needed to get help!
Add to that, I was in denial that my more mature age was another reason for cataracts. Being a pro-ager means more than dressing youthful. It means coming to terms with issues that can be brought on with the aging process!
It’s exciting to look forward to realizing that by month’s end, my eyesight will be so much better! I can’t wait to see with clarity out of my good eye. It’ll be a pleasure to drive at twilight again. It’ll be even better to see traffic lights and the facial features of my loved ones—especially when my first grandchild arrives! And, it’s going to be a most deeply-shallow moment when I can wear mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow and concealer on both eyes again!
I can’t wait to use the Jeffree Star Orgy palette. Look at all those neutrals! I can’t contain myself!
That’s it folks! I’ll be writing about my final cataract surgery in a few weeks. And if you have any eye issues at all, please, take care. Our sight is so very important!
It’s all good! Now go and take care of your eyes!!!
I got the OK to cook and Bonaparte couldn’t be happier—the Frenchman needs another batch of gougères! Therefore, my Labor Day Weekend will be spent in the kitchen!
Time to make more of these cheesy gougeres. And a tagine. And tonight’s enchiladas. And hummus……
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A Ray of Sunshine!
