Make(up) Me A Kardashian!

Hey, I know. Don’t even go there. OK?

Saturday, my son and the girl went to a party. Bonaparte was out at the pool. I, being of sound mind and petrified of more skin cancer—especially from all the sun I acquired in the South of France, opted to spend a relaxing afternoon with our dog Chippy.

It also meant vegging out sprawled out of the sofa, just like the paupered princess that I am, and binging on sleazy reality TV. I watched, for the first time EVER. EVER!! Complete episodes of “Keeping Up With The Kardashians”.

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So I may NOT be a fan, but I was mesmerized by their makeup. Mesmerized!!!

I have to say, I’m not a fan. But, I find them both intriguing and fascinating in a voyeuristic sort of way!

They do not contribute to our intelligence.

They don’t really have anything of interest to say.

The girls actually have mouths more vulgar than mine! For that, I’m jealous!

Anxiety seems to be a large part of their lives. Watching just two episodes and if I had a buck for every time they said the word “Anxiety”, I would have had a nice retirement fund and wouldn’t have to worry about finding a job. You want anxiety Kardashian ladies? I’ll give you anxiety like you’ve never seen before! You cash cows with perfectly applied makeup you!!!

The only thing relatable between me and the Kardashian women are our fat asses!

Honestly, I stopped paying attention to their storylines after the second episode was finished. I HAD to keep watching more because I was enthralled with their spidery lashes, their  overly plumped lips, their darkly-lined eyes and their smooth and dewy skin. I want to look like a Kardashian dammit!

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I want lashes like that. I want perfect brows and skin….

Khloe makeup

Now THIS is stellar makeup!

I want to be made up like a Kardashian. I want the lips on my face to be plumped up like those wax Halloween lips.

Big wax lips

I want lips waxier and more plump than this!

I want my eyelashes to look like I iced an entire family of spiders!

Spider legs

That’s right. I want the legs on THIS guy turned into eyelashes!

Their faces are illuminated by some sort of magical highlighters. Yes! That would be nice on me. Besides, I’m an angel so I should have an angelic glow anyway!

Why, I’ll bet the shape of their faces is completely different when their makeup comes off—all that contouring. I want a pointed chin. How do I contour and sculpt my face like that? I can look thirty pounds thinner and still be able to eat all I want!

How can I pile on the foundation to cover– Every. Single. Freckle and Imperfection????????

Freckles, lines, all need to be erased!

Ouch! It would take more than a village AND an army of make up artists to turn THIS 60-year old visage into a Kardashian Kopy!

Today I’m “Kopying Kardashian”! Yes. I am going to try to  apply my makeup so that my skin appears dewy (and not from sweat) and flawless. My brows will be thicker. My eyes will be their smokiest or darkest best. My lashes will be longer due to fakes. I’ll sculpt my face and outline my lips to make them juicy like oversized berries!

The ammunition

I’m hoping this is enough ammunition!

I’ll take a gazillion selfies!

Here goes!

First of all, I couldn’t decide where to start. So I whipped out a sample of Smashbox primer and figured I would just need the entire tube to even out the ripples on my face!

Sample primer

I used more of this to clean off mistakes than to fill in the ripples and ridges in my face. I think I went through half the tube!

Next was my MUFE foundation. Damnit! The Kardashian’s makeup artists always use a sponge to apply the foundation. The only sponge I have is the kitchen sponge. Yuck! I just ended up using my tried and true foundation brush.

MUFE did not cover all my flaws.

Although I use this on a regular basis during the winter, it’s more for lighter coverage. I needed something stronger and pastier!

Those pesky freckles just kept showing through. Make Up Forever HD foundation isn’t so full-coverage. What could I do?

Aha!!! I ended up applying my “It” cosmetics “Bye Bye Undereye”. It’s a paste that you can use to get rid of dark areas under your eyes. I used it on my entire face. Yes.  I ended up using this paste as a foundation!

Bye bye undereye. I used most of this to fill in the cracks on my face!

After using this as foundation, there’s hardly anything left!

Ugh! I look like a zombie or a cadaver. Ewwww. Well, I’m a work in progress.

Looking pretty shitty there

This is not starting out to be pretty at all! WWKKKKKKD? Really! What Would Kris Kourtney Khloe Kim Kendall Kylie Do????? Call Caitlin?

The sculpting attempt was next. Unfortunately, the brown shadow I used and a thicker brush make me look bruised.

Naked 2 Tease. It sure teased me into thinking it could be a contour!

I didn’t have contour stuff so I used “Tease” from Urban Decay’s Naked 2 Palette. This shadow “TEASED” me into thinking it could be used as a contour. It can’t!

Looking bruised after the attempted contour

I looked bruised! Yeezus! It’s sad how bad I look!

Time to wash my face and start from scratch with the primer AND more paste on the face.

I decided to highlight my eyes AND highlight the outline of my lips with my YSL Touché Eclat. This thing is $45.00 so I normally only use it for special occasions. Today is special.

Lips lined with Touche Eclat

I read that if you line your lips with Touche Éclat they will look bigger. Let’s see!

Touche Eclat on my lazy eye!

I also used a lot of this pricey stuff on my eyes! It’s expensive to look Kardashian!

Touche Eclat. I'm like Kim. I got this in Paris!

I have the “fancy” Touche Éclat. OK. So it’s a tester and I got it from Bonaparte’s aunt’s maid–she gets this stuff and I paid half price. But, like Kim Kardashian, I got it in Paris!

Next I decided to do the brows. The Kardashian ladies—and Bruce Cait have such perfect brows. I penciled in with my Tarte Amazonian Clay eyeliner pen(cil?) and broke the tip a few times. This stinks!

Tarte Amazonian Clay Eyeliner that I used on my brows.

I didn’t have a brow pencil within reach so I used this liner. I also broke the tip a few times. MORE money down the drain!

Anyway, after finally drawing the brows in to the (un)desired thickness and then going over them with black shadow, I realized that my brows look like they need a bikini wax!!!

My brows need a bikini wax.

OMG. These brows DO need a bikini wax! They look terrible!

Maybe it won’t look so bad after I do the rest of my face!

Eye shadow was next. Thank God, I have the “Naked 2” palette! It’s very Kardashian-friendly with all those “natural” colors! I brushed “Booty call” (I told you this palette is Kardashian-friendly!) below my brows for yet, another highlighted look. Then brushed “Snakebite” and –wait, it’s hard to read the name due to my eyes—even with glasses—the name looks like “Yuk”. LOL—I swear I cannot read it right! Anyway, I brushed both on my lid and in the crease.

Those eyebrows have a life of their own.

OK. The dark shadow (Why am I thinking of the TV show “Dark Shadows” right now?) is actually helping to make those horrific brows look less awful!

Then I went to blend and the fall out was so extreme I had to, once again, wash my face and reapply more of the “It” paste. I almost used the entire small jar. Ugh!

I found some Laura Geller highlighter so I applied it under my brow bone and blended.

Look! MORE Highlighter!

I added some more highlighter. Hey, you can never overdo the highlighter, right?

Then I took the black shadow from the “Naked 2” palette and lined the bottom of my eyes with it as well as the top.

Blackout for lining the eyes

The name of this shadow is “Blackout”. I swear I worked so hard at this that I started to get hungry and all I could think was the old school Ebinger’s “Blackout Cake”–a chocolaty delight from my childhood days!

It felt so bizarre because I haven’t lined the bottom of my eyes in years. I look like Rocky Raccoon!

Bottom lids lined and it's making me even MORE cross-eyed!

The raccoon eyes aren’t a good match for the overbearing brows. This needs to get better!

Ugh. Now I have to wash the fallout under my eye.

Oh…and I had yet MORE shadow fallout. So I had to wipe clean and reapply yet AGAIN! This is getting annoying!

Next I went over the black eyeshadow line on my upper lid with a liquid liner. Once again, I had to stop to reapply because the liquid liner smudged. This is way too much work!

Smudged liquid liner. Back to the drawing board and the kitchen

How on earth can liquid liner smudge upwards! It’s liquid! It should be going in a downward direction. More wipes please!

I also tightlined with my Urban Decay pencil in “Perversion”. I was feeling slightly perverted to be putting myself through this!

Tightlining. And seeing double.

You have no idea of the “ANXIETY” I was going through. I’m cross-eyed and I saw two pencils instead of one. The challenge was finding the REAL pencil!

I had to stop and re-sharpen the pencil because I had to apply it a few times!

OK…now came the fake lashes. I have quite a few pair of the falsies. Every now and then, I’ll get the urge to have longer and lush lashes, but the ones I have are pretty tame compared to my little Kardashian friends (as if!). I went with the spikiest lashes I had in my stash.

Falsies are next!

When you want to go “Kardashian”, these lashes aren’t that spikey after all!

It’s been a while since I’ve used falsies so I was a bit out of practice. I put too much glue on one of the lashes and I became overcome with more Kardashian “ANXIETY”.

Ugh. Too much glue. Anxiety. I need food while this dries!

I almost had a meltdown after this. AND there was still MORE shadow fallout that needed to be cleaned up.

I went downstairs and put some granola and seeds in some milk and ate to sooth my nerves.

Granola, pumpkin seeds, non fat milk. As healthy as it gets forr today.

Granola, seeds and nonfat milk may not be the healthiest snack, but I  need to keep my ass lookin’ Kardashian sized!

OK..so the glue smeared the liner and I had to reline my eye.

Eye re-lined, I am NOT the kind of woman who gives up easily. It was back to the contouring. THIS time around I used my Wet ‘n Wild bronzer and a wide brush and applied like blush. Um..I’m no pro.

Wet n Wild Bronzer I'll use as contour.

Wet ‘n Wild Three Buck Bronzer. NO WAY was I going to waste my good Guerlain Bronzer on this experiment!

Contour just looks dirty. I'm too tired to take it off.

It didn’t sculpt. My face just looks dirty. Well at least its an improvement over the first contour attempt. It doesn’t look bruised!

Next was blush time. I don’t know if the Kardashian’s use blush. It seems that they use contour for everything—but I can tell you this much. I like a pinky blush. I think I over did it? I wiped some off.

The mouth was next! I used to wear bright and dark colored lipstick years ago when my lips were as plumped up as if a bee stung me. Then with age my lips, like my hair, got thinner and I got lines and a lighter color is much more attractive. However, I “lined” my mouth with more of the  the YSL Touché Eclat and “outlined” with my Lipstick Queen lipstick in “Saint Fire Red”.

Too much blush and now for the lips!

My eyes are crossing so badly today–but I DO like the Lipstick Queen “Saint Fire Red”!

Thank god I had a lip wax!

See. I “over lined” them. I found that about by watching the Kardashian’s!  Ohhh..thank goodness I plucked my chin. The close ups!

It’s a very “Kylie” Jenner!

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Hard to believe this is an 18 year old girl. Even harder to believe that me, a 60 year old, is trying to look like this!

Some powder to set, a push up bra, the “other” kind of falsies and huge Khloe hoop earrings and I’m looking feeling “Kinda Kardashian” Whadya think?

Kardashian selfie time!

Other than the fact I need a more gravity-defying push-up bra, do you think momma Kris and I could be sisters? I can change the spelling of my name to Kathe!

Could Kris Kardashian and I become besties? Could I get a job as a “Kardashian” makeup artist?

My Kardashian selfie. My push up bra needs to be more pushed up! The mouth looks filled though!

Medashian–trying to look sexy in this reclining pose. I look more like I saw the spider who’s legs I cut off to use as lashes came back to haunt me!

My other Kardashian Selfie. I call this one my Khloe big-ass earring look. I need to get my roots done--but the paste doen'st look half bad!

In a more  at “Homedashian” pose–you know–when the girls are home and supposed to be makeup free!  Ouch. I gotta do my roots!

Bonaparte saw these “Kardashian” pics of me. I don’t know whether to scream at him or what. He LIKES the way I look! Actually, he likes the pics. If I went out like this he would be wiping me off with a Kleenex. Well….maybe not!

At least my makeup brushes got cleaned today after the massive amounts of cosmetics I used!

At least the brushes got cleaned!

They needed to be cleaned anyway!

Enjoy this Monday. Now that I know what it takes to look like a Kardashian, I cannot keep up with them. It’s too much work. I’ll stick to my more natural look!

I'll take the more natural look.

I’ll stick to a more natural looking 60!

Happy Monday—Keep the peace and have fun!!! XOXOXOXO!

Do I need makeup? You be the judge—in the meantime, enjoy this ever-so-appropriate video of Amy Schumer and the boy band—”Girl, You Don’t Need Makeup”!

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A Different Kind of Hard On!

Caught your attention with THAT title—didn’t I??Get the dirty thoughts outta ya heads, you naughty people, you!!! I’m talking about being “hard” on myself! At least that’s what Bonaparte is telling me lately…

It goes like this….

A large corporation, one that has great benefits, great pay and a great corporate culture, got in touch with me because they liked my resume. A phone interview was set up. It went well. (Or so I thought)

I cannot be a “Phone-y”!

..or so I THOUGHT it went well!  I’m still trying to figure out WHY I wasn’t called in for an actual interview? Could it be she didn’t like my New York/Long Island accent?

The HR person I spoke to told me that the management team would review both my resume and the outcome of our phone interview.

While I was out and about on Friday, I received a message that I would not be called in for a face-to-face interview.

I also found out the job interview I went on during the week, didn’t pan out.

My heart is broken.

My heart is breaking.

Between the job news and Oona moving, I sat down and had a long, long cry! Remember that song by Crystal Gayle? “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue”? Well, I was crying and singing “Don’t it Make My Crossed-Eyes Blue”!

Don’t know when I’ve been so blue

Don’t know what’s come of the interview

You’ve found younger and new

And don’t it make my crossed eyes blue

 

My blue cross eyes!

“Wahhhhhhhh”  My crossed-eyes are just so blue–and watery from crying!

Bonaparte said in his adorable accent of which I could barely understand:

“Cassee. Ou ahr bee-ang too ‘ard on ouselllllllllllvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!” “Ou nid to be reh-laxxxxxxxdddde”

(translation: “Cathe. You are being too hard on yourself. You need to be relaxed!”

Mind you, I had this self-pitying breakdown just moments before my son arrived. AND he arrived with a girl. A girl I’ve never met before. I literally had to put on my “big girl” panties. No. I really did have to put them on because my ass and tummy got so large that I had to wear a body shaper! I cannot be fat mom—especially when my son brings a girl home! OK???

Body shaper

My body was shaped, but the fat was just redistributed in spillage!

Anyway, within seconds of Jake’s arrival, I was fine! I was just genuinely happy to see him and we all had a great dinner and I drank too much wine. You wanna know something?   I have a two-drink limit. Seriously. I can only drink two Kir Royales—beyond that, like wine with dinner, I get really blasted and then have a hangover the next day.

Kir Royale

Actually, ONE Kir Royale is my limit….but with mixing wine…

Cote de Provence

…even a glass or two of a nice Rose, I’m just not in good shape!

I was hung over yesterday. I swear to god, I cannot mix anything!! ANYTHING! We had Rosé with dinner and my son kept refilling our glasses. Between the wine and the champagne and crème de cassis, my head hurt and my stomach needed a greasy bagel with egg, ham, and cheese. But—I’m on a “quest” to lose weight (NOTE—I’m no longer using the word “diet”—it’s not happening. “Quest” or “Journey” will be my new words for my feeble attempts to drop pounds!)

So back to my “job” search….

It baffles me that the only job I was able to snag was that two-week stint with the band of grifters.

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Ok–so they didn’t seduce or murder me on the job, but that two-week stint really conned me. They murdered my ego and self-esteem!

The boss who fired me, upon hiring me, welcomed me into her world of “misfits”! That could mean one of two things.

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Now, THESE little Toy misfits are more my style!

Am I such a loser that I couldn’t even “fit in” with the misfits..or..I was so incredible that I was not able to “fit in” with the misfits.   Presently, in my delusional world, I’m hoping that the later was the reason!

My resume is “Resumazing”! No—really. It is. I can type 70 WPM, I’m a wiz at Word. At my past positions, I created spreadsheets on the average of three times a week. I’ve added formulas, additional workbooks, pivot tables. I’ve corrected others’ spreadsheets too. Fun in an office environment is Power Point for me! I love creating PP presentations!

Little Wythe Tote Goes To France  Click on to see my PP presentation about my little tote in France!

I’ve helped co-workers with issues they’ve had with Word.

I graduated from Katie Gibbs! I love being a support person! I’m loyal like a doggie when it comes to working for someone.

Right now, I’m starting to get scared. As much as I appreciate Bonaparte’s support and good graces, I don’t want to depend on him. We are a team! Teams work together. I feel that I’m not carrying my weight (well, I’m carrying a different kind of weight—OK???) to contribute to the household.

I carry the weight of the world

Besides MY weight, I sometimes feel like I’m carrying the weight of the world around with me!

It’s such a shitty position to be in. I’m 60 years in. Corporations want young blood that is cheaper and less prone to medical issues. It’s better for a young employee to call up on a Monday with a hangover than for an older employee to call in with a back issue. Am I right???

What to do? What to do????

I’ll tell you what to do! I’ll keep pluggin’ away. Never losing hope, I just do NOT give up! When Bonaparte and others ask me how “the interview” went. I’ll smile and cheerfully give them the answer I always do.

“Oh. It went really well!” “I thought about my answers and gave them honest and logical answers and added a touch of humor”. “I was myself!”

That’s right! Atypical60’s advice to all. Be yourself! Always! Never, ever, ever be anyone else. Don’t try.

Be yourself. Faults and all!

Like Popeye, “I yam what I yam” Always be yourself!

At some point between now and when I’m 90 and sauntering around in stilettos and a walker, someone is bound to hire me!

Me at 90

I’ll still be hopeful at 90! Ripples, wrinkles and all!

OFF TOPIC MOMENT:  Remember how I wrote about getting that great extra-large Longchamp Weekender bag at CDG Airport for a steal of 49.50 Euros???? I saw a much smaller Longchamp Le Pliage bag for $99.00. YES! I’m even happier over my airport buy!

The Magic of Rondini and Working the Soldes.          Click on the link..I’ve got my Longchamp bag in that post!

Longchamp bag at TJ mazz for 99.00

TJ Maxx. $99.00. Trust me, that’s still a really good price for this bag!

Enjoy this beautiful Sunday! Oh. Today’s song is one that I’m actually listening to on the radio. I have to tell you, we listen to “Nostalgie” radio when we’re in the car in France. I found out through the website and blog “Comme Un Francaise” that the radio station could be uploaded/downloaded on your phone.

Comme Une Francaise Blog!

I love it. Here’s France Gall singing “Résiste”. She’s got something about an egoist in the song too—I need to build my ego up!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

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Ima Winner! A Delusional win of One Billion Dolliz in a Lottery!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “You’re a Winner!.”

Hi All!   A mini post challenge has my delusions going in all directions as to what I would do if I won a BILLION bucks, TAX FREE NO LESS, in the lottery.

Do you really want to know what I would do?? Here goes…

1. Retain the best attorney I could find. I would need her to protect me from all the people who turned their backs on me when I lost everything and would be ringing my doorbell for help as soon as they found out I won.

2. Move back to New York City. Best apartment I could find on the Upper East Side.  I love the City–I miss it, and I got kicked out due to the rising expenses and greed that turned NYC into a place that only the wealthy could exist comfortably in.

3. Check myself into Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. Ever the hypochondriac, I would have a complete CAT scan, tons of testing. Then I would get my lady parts replaced.

4. Purchase homes for all three kids and create trust funds for them. AND pay off Oona’s student loans. I would never want my kids to struggle. I’m still feeling guilty for not being able to help them due to becoming a woman without a home and having to get out of massive credit  card debt due to divorce. That sucked!

5. Since I have that “hair” issue, I would have a couple of great wigs made..and I would get the best hair extensions to fill in the bald spots too!

6. Hire a personal trainer so that I could get into shape without depending on “shapewear”!  Actually, I WOULD be getting into great shape by living in NYC because I would WALK everywhere. Just like when I lived in NYC years ago and was a good 30 pounds lighter because I DID walk everywhere!

7. Set up a college fund for Bonaparte’s granddaughter so she would not have the burden of student loans. God only knows what the cost of higher education will be when this five-year-old child gets ready for college.

8. Purchase a villa in the Cote d’Azur. This way ALL the kids could come over in the summer and spend their vacays with us. On a more deeply shallow side, their wedding announcements would be so cool because it would state that their mother lives in BOTH NYC AND the Cote d’Azur! So very “New York Times”!

9. I would have my teeth bonded into the pearliest whites ever–you would need to wear sunglasses when I smile–but I would absolutely keep my beloved fang. Nobody files my fang–it’s equal to Alfalfa’s cowlick!

10. I would make a sizeable contribution to Wounded Warriors. They don’t get enough support from our government that takes advantage of them then disposes the wounded like trash when they come home.

11. Invest so my kids would be taken care of after I’m dust in the wind.

12. Oh. I forgot. I would get a face lift. NOT fillers. An actual face and turkey neck lift.

I will not change the world. I am not giving all my winnings away. I’m keeping those winnings close to my heart and my family. I am unemployed with no chance of any corporation hiring me due to my age. Wounded Warriors is my charity of choice my family being my other charity!

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A Son’s Visit. Recipe Fails and Successes–and A Fine (Kitchen) Mess I got Myself Into!

Ok—I was going to devote this entire post to recipe fails. But—while I started writing yesterday, I received a phone call. From one of my sons.

The conversation basically went like this:

Me: “Hulloooo” (I’m classy when I answer the phone)

Him: “Hi Mom—It’s Jake. I’m coming home this week….”

Me: (Interrupting, as usual) “OMG! You’re coming home!!!!! I’m so happy!”

Him: “Well, I’m going to a party in Pennington so I really won’t be around that much on Saturday..”

Me: “Oona told me you may be coming home because of a party. ” “You wanna borrow my car?” “If you borrow it, don’t drink—if you drink, make sure you spend the night in Pennington!” “When are you coming” “Friday?” “Did you take the day off”???

Him: “No. I am renting a car.” “Yes, I have already made arrangements to stay over if I have a few drinks” “Yes, I’m coming on Friday but I’ll be there in the late afternoon early evening.” “I have a dentist appointment.”

Me: “OMG—are your teeth ok?”

Him: “Yes. They are”

Me: “I’ll bake cookies for the party ok—I’ll make the Milk Bar Corn cookies!!!!

Him: “You don’t have t….”

Me: (More interrupting)Yes I do—I want to make cookies”

Him: “OK”

Me:What do you want for dinner Friday?”

Him: “It’s fine, whatever you want to make will be great”

Me: “I know you love that Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken—I’ll make that. I’ll make Jasmine Rice. Oh. And I’ll make a nice side vegetable dish that I got from Rachel Khoo’s cookbook.” “You know her?”…Oh..And I’ll make that Barefoot Contessa Nougatine for dessert”. I know how much you love it”.

Him: “Really, mom, you don’t have to go through all that troub….”

Me:  (Interrupting again) “I know Jakeyyyyyy, but it makes me happy to cook for you”.

By the way, this conversation was between me and my 31 year old son. Bonaparte heard this conversation and asked me if I thought my grown son was 11 years old. Bonaparte got the pursed lips and squinted eye look from me!

And so it goes. You just cannot take the “mommy” out of the “mom”!

Anyway, last night I prepared the corn cookie dough—of which I, who am supposed to be watching my weight, aggressively licked the residue off the batter attachment of my Kitchen Aid and continued to lick the remainder of batter off the spatula.

scooped cookie dough in freezer bag

First I make the cookie dough, then I scoop it out on a cookie sheet and place in the fridge to get a bit hard. Then I place the scoops of dough into a freezer bag, and place the filled bag in the freezer.  Tonight, I’ll just take the frozen dough out and bake–it’s a time saver!

I licked more aggressively than my dog Chippy could! Chippy was impressed—maybe the both of us can get together and lick some crumbs off the floor instead of my sweeping them with a broom!

Then, I made the nougatine.    Barefoot Contessa Nougatine Recipe!

Click on the link for the recipe–this is EASY and FANTASTIC! Everyone loves it!

I made the pistachio brittle.

Homemade pistachio brittle for nougatine

I consumed quite a bit of this too. My thighs are slightly larger today!

Whipped the cream and sugar and egg whites, stirred in the brittle, placed it in a plastic wrap lined loaf pan and put it in the freezer. Tomorrow night’s dessert is done! I’ll serve with a chocolate sauce and a raspberry sauce!

Nougatine all ready for the freezer

Yeah, the nougatine may not look so pretty now, but when I turn it out on a plate and drizzle chocolate and raspberry sauces on it–it’s beautiful!! (I’ll take a pic tomorrow)

This morning I got up early to prepare the Tian Provençale from Rachel Khoo’s recipe.

Rachael Khoo Little French Kitchen

The recipe is from this book!

Khoo's Tian Provencale Complete Success

All prepared. I just have to pop it in the oven tomorrow!

Then I prepared the Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken—allowing the meat to marinade!

Vietnamese Lemongrass Chicken Recipe I Use       Click the link for the recipe.  I double up on the ingredients for a nice sauce!

Lemongrass chicken marinating

Chicken is marinating for tomorrow’s dinner. Everything but the rice can be made ahead!

So—what I was left with was one big mess. I’m a sloppy cook. But it gets better.

I went into the small pantry and noticed that a box containing a tube of tomato paste was covered in oil. Bonaparte placed a large plastic milk carton with used oil in the pantry. Somewhere along the line, it must’ve cracked. Oil was all over the place.

Mess number 3 oil in the sink

I had to put the cracked bottle of oil into a glass pie plate into the sink and try to figure out how to dispose of this. You CANNOT ever pour oil down the drain!  I ended up pouring the oil into many smaller empty bottles and then into the trash… In the meantime, I dropped a box of confectioners sugar into the sink…..

Mess 1 flour or sugar on floor

…..sugar on the floor……

Mess number two. Conf in cake flour.

Sugar on the counter–then I found MORE confectioners sugar which I poured, by mistake into this jar of cake flour. THEN, I had to empty the sugar. Now my cake flour has a bit of sugar in it and I don’ care–it’ll be good for brioche!

spills on the dress

In the meantime, I had spills all over my “maxi house dress”. Remember Mu-mu dresses our moms used to wear around the house. This filthy maxi is my mu-mu. It drives Bonaparte nuts–and not in a good way!

This led to my cleaning and organizing the pantry…..

Cleaned pantry

Like my car, I give the pantry two weeks before it looks like a tornado hit it!

corn powder i'm running low

…..but look!   I incorporated this bottle of corn powder into another bottle that was half full of corn powder and….

Cardamom in old corn powder bottle

filled the empty bottle with green cardamom pods that were in a bag. I even cut the bag and taped the name on the bottle. I’m a regular Martha Stewart, I’ll tell ya!

Which led to cleaning out the fridge….

Fridge full of food I've prepared

…the fridge is nice and clean now too!

Which led to a major clean up job in the kitchen.

Cleaned the stove

…I had to send Chippy out while I washed the floor…

clean sink

The sink is spotless–thanks to some serious elbow grease and toothpick cleaning!

Back to the original theme of the post.

Some recipes can be challenging, but with concentration and effort and more than one attempt, it’s an accomplishment when you “get” it right!

First, I just wanna state that her “Tian Provencal” recipe was a huge success! I made it twice already. Perfection from the get-go. It is a keeper for sure!

But, oh. The failure. Khoo’s “Socca avec Anchoiade”—Chickpea pancakes with Anchovy Spread should have been tremendous but fell short.

Rachel Khoo Chickpea pancake and anchovy spread

This is Khoo’s Chickpea pancakes topped with her Anchovy Spread. I’m sorry for the quality of the pic but it’s from the book. Anyway, see how nice and light her pancakes are? Mine looked nothing like this!

Bonaparte said I was too hard on myself because he liked it. He especially liked the anchovy spread that I made. But he didn’t love it. And that’s what I’m looking for—love! Love of a recipe or a dish!

I Anyway, I do give Rachel Khoo credit for adding a caveat about her oven not being hot enough to get the authentic char of the socca.

My chickpea crepes/pancakes turned out looking a lot different than Ms. Khoo’s!

Chickpea pancakes fail

Here’s mine. Looking NOTHING like Khoo’s. They did taste really good though!

I like chickpea flour because its gluten free.

chickpea flour in bag

My new ingredient obsession. Chickpea flour!

I followed the directions in the recipe. Put the batter into the fridge overnight. Made the anchovy spread. The texture of my spread was more on the rustic side. Her spread is definitely smoother. The taste of the spread was fine. The lemon blended with the anchovy is a nice marriage of flavor. However, I would use a food processer next time rather than a mortar and pestle.

I used my crepe pan and got it super hot and used the correct amount of oil. The cakes stuck to the pan. (I realize that when you make crepes or pancakes the first one never turns out right, but this was happening repeatedly). I ended up switching to a non-stick small pan for the remainder of the pancakes. They were a lot darker in color than the pancakes that are pictured in the book. Also, in order to get them a bit crispier, I placed them in the oven at 400 degrees for five minutes. They were a bit crunchier—which was good.

Anyway, I prepared what I had for appetizers. I put the rest of the pancakes in the freezer. I’ll heat them up in the oven tomorrow as a little something extra while we have drinks. I did make a new batch of “anchovy” spread in the blender—it turned out worse than the first attempt. I’ll just doctor up some anchovy paste next time!

My Anchovy Spread. Looks unappetizing. I think I'll just use anchovy paste instead.

The anchovy spread I made in the blender. I wasn’t going to post this pic because it looks really unappetizing–but I’m honest.  Next time I’ll go back to the mortar and pestle…actually…

Anchovy paste from the tube

next time I’m doctoring up this anchovy paste from the tube. I’ll add garlic and lemon. It looks MUCH better and more like Rachel Khoo’s!

Will I try this recipe again? Yeah. I’m on my second attempt with the spread—and I’ll keep practicing with the pancakes/crepes. I want this recipe to be perfect suited to our tastes!

I’ve had another recent fail that left me scratching my head. Are you familiar with Bal Arneson? The Spice Goddess?

Spice Goddess Bal

Bal, the Spice Goddess has a nice demeanor and some good recipes!

Her show on Cooking Channel, Spice Goddess is very interesting. I’m a big fan of Indian food. It’s one cuisine that I want to learn more about. She made vegetarian burgers that looked great. I needed to make them. Off I went to Barnes & Noble to find one of her cookbooks but there were none in the store.

I found the recipe on the net, printed it out and headed off to a local Indian market for ingredients I didn’t have on hand.

Spice Goddess Veggie Burger Recipe

I followed the recipe to a “t”. Esthetically and texturally, the recipe was a failure. The flavor, however, was great!

Spice Goddess' Burgers

The burgers should have looked like THIS!

The issue I had was that more filler was needed to make the burger more “solid”. Honestly, the patties had the texture of something found in a baby’s diaper! The burgers also could have used a bit of rolled oats or something to absorb the refried beans. The chickpea flour didn’t quite do the job. The patties looked nothing like the ones in the show or in the photo from Cooking Channel’s website.

Spice Goddes Burger Fail Frozen

This is what MY burger turned out to look like. This is frozen–the recipe makes four burgers. Trust me. I failed–but not completely because it tasted good!

Anyway, before I cooked the burger, I dredged it in a bit of rice flour so that it wouldn’t fall apart in the pan. The rice flour kept the burger together and the spices used blended well with the beans—giving it a pleasant aromatic flavor. NOTE: Remember Spicy does NOT equal heat! There are lots of aromatic spices that can be used—and that’s what I love about Indian and Middle Eastern food. The spices are so aromatic. If I want heat, I’ll use peppers or chili paste or harissa or shiracha.

I’ll be playing around more with this recipe until I get it right—especially since I’m trying to eat a healthier diet these days.

I’ve had other fails, but I used these two as examples because they weren’t total failures. Both can be played around with until personal satisifaction is achieved—and that’s what we want out of cooking and baking—personal satisfaction! We all have different tastes and need the recipes to be adjusted to our own tastes. Right??

Listen—I have to tell you, one of the reasons I love Christina Tosi’s Momofuku Milk Bar cookbook is her attention to detail. Tosi doesn’t miss a trick! She gives specifics on how long to mix and blend and has an entire glossary of information. As a home cook and baker, you cannot go wrong when someone is there to guide and instruct you along. I swear up and down and sideways, Momofuku Milk Bar cookbook is the best dessert book of all time! ALL TIME!!!

messy corn cookie page

Tosi’s Momofuku Milk Bar Corn Cookie recipe. Look how messy this page is. The entire book is like this. I use it constantly. She is soooooo attentive to detail. I have a girl crush on her!

Every recipe from that book that I’ve baked has become a mainstay in our home (..and with ex-coworkers too!)

So hey, fuggetaboudit! Attempt those recipes that look promising. If you fail—it’s just a way to improve with your personal touch!

Really—after a morning spent making a mess of my kitchen and making a complete mess of me, I think I cleaned up really well!

Ima mess

I’m a hot mess!  (Bonaparte, bless his French heart, gets so upset when I post unflattering pics of me. But hey, it’s what I look like after I’ve been a cookin’ and a cleanin’)

I do clean up well

But after taking a bath, shaving my legs, putting deodorant on, mascara, liner and gloss, I clean up fine!

NOTE TO SELF: Try to become friends with a blogger who’s makeup, hair and clothing always look perfect. Maybe I can have a make over!

Flfowers always make things pretty

Bonaparte bought some new flowers……

Now I'll relax to the sunroom

…and I “repurposed” what I could salvage of the old flowers into the sun room. I’m going to go read now! 

Today’s little song:  The adorable Jacques Dutronc from 1966!  Et Moi, Et Moi, Et Moi.  (me, me, me!)!!!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!

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A New (Car) Lease on Life!

I got a new car. That’s right! Dumbass me with no job now has a higher monthly payment!

Seriously, you really need to listen to this one, OK?

The lease on my much beloved Scion was ending.

My Ice Cream Truck Car

Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder and this car was just beautiful to me!

Apparently I’m the only one who loved this car because it reminded me of the old-school Good Humor and Bungalow Bar ice cream trucks!

Bungalow Bar

OK..so my Scion didn’t have a roof like this…and didn’t have a fence!

good-humor-truck-655

And it may not have had a freezer, but to me, it resembled an ice cream truck!

Bonaparte hated the fact that the interior of my Scion looked like a hurricane hit it.

Three-Day Old Vente Skinny Chai Latte

Three day and older Skinny Chai Lattes were common in my old Scion!

Car Junk Drawer

So was a mess like this!

Remember post from January?  BTW, I don’t know why the pics from that post are missing–just a heads up!

http://atypical60.com/2015/01/23/its-a-car-monsieur-bonaparte-its-a-car/

Oona hated the fact that I loved the fact that the Scion did, in fact, resemble an ice cream truck!

The boys—well, they really didn’t care as long as they could use the Scion from time to time when they visit.

Chippy is the only one who seemingly liked the car—and I think it was because he felt safe shedding all his hair on the seat because I shed all of my hair on the seats too!

Chippy in car

Chippy and I are a lot more alike than you could imagine. We shed at the same rate!

Ok—so we arrive home from France and the Toyota Financial people call to let me know that my final lease payment can be “waived” since I had paid up to the month before the lease was ending and if I got a new lease now it would be fine and blah….blah…blah..

Bonaparte drove dragged my lazy fat ambitious ass down to the dealer to “LOOK” at cars!

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MY Bonaparte has his hand in his coat too–only my Bonaparte is reaching for his wallet–and he has the same sad look!

Off we drove to Sloane Toyota in Malvern, PA to see Mohammed, quite possibly the best car salesman of all time. Between Bonaparte, me, and Oona, we’ve gotten at least 5 cars from him—soon to be six!

sloane staff

Staff of Sloane Toyota in Malvern, PA. Mohammed is in the front row. Second from right. He has the biggest smile–that’s because I swear he sells the most cars! 

Anyway, I went with every intention of coming out with another Scion. The Scion price is right, the car never needed servicing except for oil changes and I was happy.

Then I found out that Scion is slowing production on the line due to poor sales. WTF???

Bonaparte suggested we look at the (in his words) “Ahr Vee fouh”

R.V. 4 Ii think not

Monsieur Bonaparte needs to know the proper name of the car wanted. I do NOT want an R.V.!  Not now. Not Ever. Never!

After explaining to him that it was “RAV 4“, which is entirely different than an “AHR VEE”, we continued our search. Basically the search was looking at silver RAV4 and taking a test drive. Mohammed’s eyes lit up because he loved the fact I was upgrading to a more expensive monthly payment. Bonaparte was sweating bullets because he wanted to negotiate.  And negotiate he did!   I just wanted to get the stinking process over and be done with it.

Why can’t you just go into a car dealer and say “Can I have THAT one?”…and go!

What can I say? The car is nice. It’s really nice. But, I feel like an ass because the payment is more expensive. But it’s a better car. Right???

Nice view of the side

In all seriousness, the car is really great.  It wasn’t that much more in monthly payments than the inflationary price of a better car!

The air conditioning is stellar so my hair will always look good—even on those extra humid or rainy days when I have to run the three seconds from the house to the car—I can be comforted knowing that the AC will never let me down!

The CD player/radio has great sound. In fact, when I’m driving on highways, I don’t have to pump up the volume because the car rides very silently.

Look. A safety message from my car. I'll smash this baby up if I keep reading this!

Look–the car even has a safety warning on the screen for me! It cares about me!

There is plenty of room in the back for all my “stuff”. In fact, Bonaparte was very proud of me because I purchased a little gray and white printed cube to put all my stuff in so the trunk area stays nice and clean.

Stuff in the new cube

For now, it’s nice and organized…

Groceries all nice and organized.

I took this pic after I loaded groceries in the car. But I made a sharp turn and everything went flying around. BUT–I made sure that I cleaned the mess up before unloading!

Chippy’s gray blankee is in the car and the gray looks nice against the silver exterior. Bonaparte cleaned the one I had in my Scion. You don’t think I would have even the slightest notion to clean it before draping it into my new car—would you?

Chippy's blanket as good as it gets

We’ll see how long it takes till the blankee is full of hair—and not mine!

The new car even gave me cause to stop and organize my CD collections. Yes. I spent two hours—two hours—organizing and categorizing my CD’s!

Front drivers seat so nice and clean

Take a good look–this clean car is what memories are made of–because the cleanliness WILL only be a memory in a little while!

No marks on the dashboard from my dirty feet.

Lookit the clean dashboard on the passenger side.  Bonaparte goes nuts because when he is driving, I always put my bare feet up and make marks….

Theoule. My feet on the way back from Italy. pic 2

He went nuts when I put my feet up on the dashboard of our rented car when we were on vacation. My feet were clean. No marks.  I like to be comfy!!!

But the best thing about the car is that it has one of those little cameras to help you back up into a parking space. Due to my crossed eyes, I have no depth perception—and it’s always been difficult to back up into a space.   Parallel parking is my forte, but backing up is a danger.

Thanks to this camera, I’ve been backing up like a child who has just learned to ride a bike. I cannot stop!

Back of car from outside

For the first time ever, I’ve been backing up into spaces at the mall and at Wegman’s. At home, I’ll still parallel park. It’s what I DO!

Bonaparte has been inspecting this car on a daily basis since it came home.

Bets are on! How long will it take before this car’s interior becomes even more disgustingly filthy than my last car. I give it a month. Honestly–it’s either a clean home or clean car. I opt for a spotless home!!

After a month, Bonaparte will be tired of the daily inspections and he will be annoyed at tidying up my car!

BTW—I had a job interview earlier this morning. It’s for a part-time office position, but it looks promising. I also have a phone interview tomorrow. I have no expectations!

Have a great evening. I’m off to ponder why some recipes work and some just don’t..stay tuned for that………………………………

And—because the subject is cars, here’s another Beatles one—Drive My Car! XOXOXOXOXO!

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Mothers and Daughters. The (Hair) Ties that Bind

If you are a mom, you know that the relationship between mothers and daughters and mothers and sons are incredibly different.

In all honesty, I was petrified of having a daughter. The relationship between my mother and me was incredibly complicated. Believe me—I loved my mother but we weren’t as close as we could have been. I do believe it was just one of those personality things. That being said, my mom was still a great mother!

Having two sons before the birth of my daughter taught me that sons are different.

me and the kids wythe hotel brooklyn

Yo! I LOVE my two boys, but the relationship between moms and sons and mom and daughters is definitely different!! Here we are at the Wythe Hotel in Brooklyn–the greatest gift the three kids gave me last Christmas was a weekend here!

 Boys are more easy going—and by that I mean they are low maintenance. Girls are a bit more—well, girly!

With girls, you can dress them up like little dolls.

                       oona in cute outfit       I’ll never forget this outfit. It was so adorable and I got to dress Oona up like a little Frenchie–Oh lala!

When they are really young, you can set the tone and shape and mold their future tastes (For the most part. Sorta. Kinda.)!

Oona halloween court jester

My favorite Halloween costume I made for Oona. She really DID look like a doll!

Ugh—before I start one of my infamous ramblings—let me just get to the point.

Oona is moving to Arkansas in two weeks. It’s a career move which will prove to be a very good one.

map

All the way up to Fayetteville.  Not even a beach!  I hope there are at least Starbucks in Arkansas!  I hope there are direct flights from Philly too!

That means she will be moving far away from me. I’ve been getting into these “moods” of crying then being ok and then crying then being ok. It is the slippery slope of emotions, I must say!

We spent a Mommy/Daughter weekend that ended yesterday evening when Bonaparte and I dropped her off at Philadelphia’s 30th Street Station and she went back to New York.

30th st station

It’ll be a while before Oona visits via Amtrak!

We won’t have another weekend like that in a long while. I will miss the beejezus outta her!

trainwreck-poster

We saw Trainwreck together..and bonded over our trainwreck moments! Sorry to admit, but I probably had too many of them back in the day…..

Steak tartare

We went out to dinner at Sips in Phoenixville–and she didn’t care that I ate raw meat!

Oona and me in our cardis

We went to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale together. Oona gifted me with this Barefoot Dreams blanket Cardigan. We have matching outfits now!  I LOVE this pic of us!

We talk just about every day. We text during the day. We argue. We make up. We laugh together. We cry together. We share hair ties together!

hairties that bind

We DO share hair ties–which is good because we don’t have to worry about catching Lice from each other!

We shop together. We exchange reality show opinions together. We gossip together. We argue some more together. We make up some more together. We eat Chinese food and  Sushi together. And we eat things that we should not eat together–like decadent desserts and over-caloric sundaes that I’ll make. We go to the movies together. We cook together. We do laundry together. I do her laundry and ironing when she visits.

Oona's Laundry

I won’t iron EVERYTHING. Some things just gotta be dried on a rack!

More Laundry

Thank you, Oona. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of washing a suitcase full of dirty clothes. It gives me a special purpose–Just like Steve Martin’s in The Jerk!

We get mani-pedi’s together. We go to the movies together as much as we can—nothing like a chick flick with your daughter!

Better pedis

Best buddy to get a pedi with–my daughter!!!!!

If it were not for my daughter getting her hair cut at Bleu Mousse Salon in Wayne, PA—because it is less expensive than hair cutters in NYC, I would have never found my favorite hair stylist, Adam! …or I would never have this great Coach bag that she handed down to me….

Coach bag

It’s crazy–but I love when Oona gives me the purses she no longer needs! Mommy loves a great hand-me-down!

or…I would never have this wonderful “Blardigan” (Blanket+Cardigan) that she gifted me with when we went to the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale together!

Bblardigan by Barefoot dreams

This is the comfy, cozy blanket cardigan that Oona gifted me with. Now I can think of her every time I wear it. Believe me, it’ll come in handy during the winter. She already warned me–not to cook in it because I’m a slob and to not stuff my used tissues into the sleeves!  WHO’S THE MOMMY??????

If it were not for my daughter, I would have never learned to have a great mother/daughter relationship—the one I missed having with my mom!

Oona tells me that I’ve given her a great sense of classic style. I tell Oona she has “youthed” up my wardrobe—if it weren’t for her, I would never have my “Kut From The Kloth” demim jacket that I love so much!

Kut from the Kloth

If it were not for my daughter, I would be missing out on some great clothing choices that keep me young!

I love the phases that our relationship has taken over the years. I remember hugging her and kissing her and holding her in my lap when she was a baby!

Me and oona her as baby

It’s an oldie but goodie! I would sit for hours like this! I miss those days!

I remember reading to her –every. single. night. From the books like “Madeline”—we can both recite ..”In a small house in Paris, that was covered with vines, lived 12 little girls, in two straight lines…..

Madeline cover

…In two straight lines, they broke their bread and brushed their teeth and went to bed. Yup! We both quote our favorite little girl book all the time!

Then as she got older, a chapter a night from Amelia Bedelia..

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…and we still joke about my personal “Amelia Bedelia” moments!

It helped her as she got older and snuggled in bed with her Baby Sitters Clubs Books that she read on her own.

BSC1Baby sitters club books

Honestly. I think Oona read EVERY single Baby Sitter’s Club book–then graduated to Sweet Valley High books!

We had fun and trials and tribulations during her Irish Dance days. We spent quality time at lessons and competitions.

Feis Rollers

From the early days of setting her hair in “feis rollers” –which took about an hour and a half to do–then was worse taking these things out. “Stop! You’re abusing my hair!!!” became a regular line!

picture 2010 O

To the closure of her championship days during college.  It was our special time together!

When she had kidney stones, I prayed to God that I would get them instead so she didn’t have to suffer the pain.

To this day, when we are together, she still asks me to brush her hair–just like when she was little. I love that!

Trust me—I’m so not the perfect mom. I could have been more strict. I could have been more mature. I could have been more emotionally stable—especially during my divorce. I could have been less of the drama mama! But—the fact is, that I tried and my daughter always accepted me the way I am. I thank her for that!

I miss those days when she was sick from school with the flu or a bad cold and I would set up the sofa in the family room to be her makeshift bed. I’d get her pillows, a blanket and a throw up pail at the ready and sit down and watch TV with her all day.

I miss those days when I was able to drive her to school instead of her taking the bus. Just because.

I even miss some of those “teenaged” years—you know. Those years between, say—13 and 17 when she knew more than I did! Now we know the same!

My sons—they don’t call me enough. When a son grows up, they don’t need their mothers that much anymore. You kind of have to call your daughter to tell her to tell your sons to call you. I love my sons, but sometimes I think they forget about me. (Self-pitying mom moment here) Pause. OK. Done with the moment—back to the daughter!)

me and oona at the beach 1993

At Long Beach, NY when she was a toddler..or out to dinner when she was a young teen or with her brothers–or any of us, he smile lights up a room! We are all gonna miss this girl!

In my delusional world and mind, I would be wealthy enough that I could fly to Oona’s new home in Arkansas once a month and hang with her. I would fly down and do her laundry, then I would go to the grocery store and buy groceries, then I would make enough home-cooked meals until my next visit. I would clean her apartment and go to Home Goods and buy her stuff!

But—this is the real world. My baby has grown up. She has a career. She is an independent young woman in her mid-twenties. She is intelligent. She is pragmatic. She is beautiful. She will be fine.

Oona on terp

When she started college she was just a kid–but when my little Terp graduated U of MD, she was a poised and confident young woman ready to take on the world!

I am a helicopter mom. My purpose has been carried out. I taught her to be her own person. I will be fine knowing she is fine. But—I won’t be fine because I’ll miss her.

oona as ariel

From those early Halloweens in NYC…

being silly during christmas shopping

…to totally silly moments like the photo booth at Urban Outfitters…to..

me and oona last winter

…selfies in the car, we have the best time together!

So—to all the moms out there with daughters. Today’s post is for you. Love your daughters. If they are close to home, have a dinner together. If she is far away, call her just to tell her you love her and miss her.

I love you Oona! Here’s one of our favorite songs: “Daughter”s, by John Mayer.  Get a tissue because the lyrics ring true!

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What’s on YOUR Summer Face? Mine’s Kinda Naked!

The middle of July and I’m just beginning to put my makeup into summer hiatus!

I’m also cleaning and tidying up because the wonderful Miss Oona will be arriving tonight for a long “Mommy and Me” weekend before she moves away from helicopter mommy to Arkansas. ( We will not visit my emotions on this subject anymore—well, until Monday when I post about our weekend!)

Sure—during the winter I use just about every product imaginable. From primer to foundation and concealer and highlighters and dark eye shadow—sometimes fake lashes. The whole shebang!

Summer is a bit different.

Always prepping with sunscreen, I leave the skin naked.

When I was a kid I hated my freckles. Now I love them because they hide the wrinkles!

Me. Wrinkles, Ripples and freckles. NO MAKEUP

Younger readers–don’t freak out. THIS is the face of a 60 year old lady who cannot afford fillers or Botox. Wrinkles, ripples and all. Well, the freckles DO hide some of the wrinkles!

I took out my big ass makeup case and started shoving more junk beauty products into it.

Makeup case before. It's still pretty stuffed.

If you think this makeup case is full now, wait’ll you see it later. It’s like packing luggage!

Bye bye brushes I use for foundation. Rest easy in your quilted little comforter!

Sleep in comfort little brushes

Enjoy your rest–you’ll be working overtime and extra hard once September rolls around!

So long foundation. See you when my face gets all pasty and disgusting.

foundation

Dream about the coverage you will give me when I take you out!

Bye-a extra eyeliners and primers.

Hourglass primer.

Don’t cry little Hourglass primer. I should be crying over the amount of money I spent to have you. You will be appreciated during the cooler and cold months!

I’m going naked!

Here’s what I kept.

I really need my Well-Rested. It multitasks. I use it to cover the darkness in the corners of my eyes and it doubles as a highlighting shadow. This is Holy Grail.

Well-Rested

My apologies for the blurry pic. Whenever I start getting low on this, it’s off to Bare Minerals for more. I LOVE this and am NEVER without it!

The Sweet Pea cream blush stays too. I love the pink tone of this—it looks bright but blends so nicely.

Stila Sweet Pea cream blush

Stila’s “Sweet Pea” is the perfect dupe for the now discontinued  Too-Faced cream blush!

Bright but blends in

Sweet Pea looks really bright but blends in beautifully. Ugh. My hands. They are looking so “old lady” these days! Can I Botox them?

Sephora black eye shadow as brow powder and my “it” cosmetics brow brush. My sparse brows need filling in all year!

brows

Black eye shadow works just as well as brow powder and there is no “fallout”! Lasts forever!

Tarte Cosmetics “Lights, Camera, Lashes” mascara. I’m almost at the end of one tube so the other is on backup. This mascara is so great that –OK—this is bad, but I’m “atypical”—I’ll go to sleep with this mascara on and gingerly wash my face the next day and still keep the mascara on. That’s how lasting it is. Don’t judge. We all have our dirty, filthy, nasty little habits, lol!

mascara

This is a great mascara. Really makes the lashes lush!

Liquid Eyeliner. I put my NYColor eyeliner away because in the summer I like a bit of a thicker line. I use the L’Oreal “Lineur Intense”. I have a Sephora liner on backup.

L'Oreal Liner

A great liner for a thicker line–and easy to give a retro look!

Sephora Liner

The Sephora back up liner!

Lip Gloss. I kept these two glosses out. One is L’Oreal (the bright pink one), which goes on transparent and the other is so worn out I don’t even know what brand it is. Point is, I threw all my other glosses and lipsticks into the big makeup case. Oh…and I have a million Chapsticks all over the house and in each purse!

Lip glosses

Top gloss, L’Oreal’s Colour Riche. The pink is completely transparent. Bottom gloss is so worn out I cannot remember what brand it is but it gives a nice nude look.

Urban Decay’s 24/7 eye liner pencil in Perversion . This color is the blackest black! I tightline with it. It’s almost down to the nib but I love this because it stays put!

Urban Decay

Soon it’ll be time to replace this. The UD 24/7 is a great pencil for tightlining. It stays put all day!

Guerlain’s Terra Cotta Sheer Bronzing Powder in Light. This is a new addition, but I’ll only use it when we go out to dinner or something like that. I don’t have it on today….

Guerlain Bronzer

I’ll wear this Guerlain Bronzer when we go out to dinner on Saturday night!

after

Just about stuffed and ready to go into the closet for the remainder of summer hibernation!

Here’s my naked look. BTW, Adam did a great job on the blow out last week. This is my hair after a week!

Me. Better lighting and with the minimum makeup. Finger-combed hair and coffee

Minimal makeup but maximum impact. I look human–I’m also in better lighting, had cawfee and finger-combed my hair.

Off to run errands in a casual slob look. This is what I should have worn yesterday in that horrific rain. Right?????

OOTD

OOTD. White denim shorts from J. Crew Factory from last year (thank god for stretch–they still fit!). Old Navy V-neck fitted tee shirt ($4.00 steal). Some folks think we old ladies should not wear shorts. I say who cares. You don’t like it? Don’t look at me!

WAIT! Before I forget. Remember, yesterday,  how I told you I purchased Rachel Khoo’s “My Little French Kitchen”?

Rachael Khoo Little French Kitchen

This little book is going to get big use!

Well, I made one of her recipes last night—actually I did the prep work. I’ll bake it tonight. It’s her “Tian Provencal”—a nice blend of fresh summer veg. Here’s a pic that I took after I prepped it!

My take on Rachel Khoos Tian Provencal

Rachel has thyme in her ingredients. I forgot to buy it so I subbed with Herbs d’ Provence! Looks great, right??

I also took pictures of the recipe from her book to share with you. It’s really easy and I know it’ll be delicious and healthy!

Ingredients for Tian Provencal

 I hope Rachel doesn’t sue me for this, but it’s fun to share a great recipe! Ingredients.

Recipe

Rest of the recipe. Enjoy!

XOXOXOXOXO. Enjoy the day. Speaking of “Naked”—here’s Barenaked Ladies “One Week”!

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What’s on YOUR Summer Reading List? Some Easy, Breezy Atypical60 Summer Reading Recommendations!

What a Wednesday!   I woke up to a torrential downpour the just didn’t stop! I’m telling you—the rain was so bad that only an idiot would be out and about in the deluge.

That idiot would be me!

Remember what I wrote about the Longchamp Le Pliage bag being so sturdy and great? Yeah—well today was the perfect day to carry one around. I decided it would be great to dress up a bit. I wore my navy and raspberry stripped maxi dress with navy flip flops.

The feet are clean, the dress is dried but the back is filthy

Flip flops and maxi dresses do not make for a very logical fashion choice in a down pour!

I also decided to carry my raspberry Nat & Nin bag! My leather bag!

Nat and Nin bag

I love this bag–got it last year during the soldes. Trust me, today was NOT the day to lug this bag around. I should have Lonchamped it!

A trip to the post office had me making a risky move out of the parking lot.  I had to make a left hand turn onto a busy street.  I do everything to avoid left-hand turns. Had there been lots of traffic I wouldn’t have done that.

Then it was on to Staples to pick up some well-needed writing necessities!

Staples in the rain

Still pouring and the parking lot is one big puddle!

Luckily my umbrella—which happened to break, did protect my bag.   My fate was worse. I lost a flip flop in the parking lot of Staples, walked barefoot into a puddle and when I finally got the shoe back on, my foot got caught in the bottom of my dress—which became soaked.

I’m a hot mess. Bra straps hanging out, dirty hem. Oh well, at least I’m smiling—right?

Bra straps sticking out, hair falling down. I'm a hot mess!

The bra straps. Ugh. What a mess. But I’m blissful today!

Anyway, I headed on to Barnes & Noble—I had a 20% off coupon and with my membership discount, I received a hefty 40% chunk off a cookbook I’ve been wanting.

Barnes and noble in the rain

You know–Barnes and Noble is a great way to spend a rainy afternoon. Don’t you think?

Rachel Khoo’s “Little French Kitchen”. Have you ever seen any of her cooking shows? She’s so freaking adorable that it’s almost painful to watch her! Her recipes are quick and easy and she always puts her personal take on classic recipes. Besides that, her wardrobe is as equally adorable as she is!

Rachael Khoo Little French Kitchen

The adorable Rachel Khoo–I’m adding her to my delusional list of best friends!

I pause to rest only to be completely unorganized

Jeez–have you ever sat at one of the tables in Barnes & Noble?  Everyone else was so organized while I made a mess at the table I sat at. I didn’t even have room to place a Starbuck’s latte down!

There is nothing wrong with cookbooks for summer reading.

Which brings me to today’s posting conversation. Don’t you think summer reading is just the most fun?

Picture it—a lazy, hazy, hot summer day. You are at the beach.

L'Aiguille. Morning at the beach.

Doesn’t matter if sand gets in the book, the reading is just so pleasurable…

You are nestled on a comfy hammock in between two shady trees.

Hammock between two trees

My dream reading place–except the trees in my development are too sparse and I’m afraid of bugs!

You are at the pool.

Theoule. Me reading one of many books at the pool

That would be ME–at the pool, early in the morning reading away. Bonaparte snapped this lovely pic!

You are in the air conditioned comfort of your sunroom.

Other than the beach, my favorite reading area

My favorite reading spot. All year. Snuggled up with a book is my earthly delight!

No matter where you are, you are curled up with a great book!

Vacation time is definitely reading time. I swear to you, I’ve read more books during vacations then the rest of the year. It’s heavenly to sit back and read something as light and fluffy as the clouds above!

That’s right! I’m not reading Kafka or any sort of philosophical reading that requires deep thinking. I’m talking girly stuff, funny stuff, a mystery or two, a quirky novel and a great, great story! Story books for adults—and my choices have run the gamut from serious to hysterically funny.

In a nutshell, here’s some of my recommended summer reading. I’m being very vague because I don’t want to give spoilers—here goes!

The most serious book I’ve ever read on a summer vacation was Colum McCann’s “Let The Great World Spin”.

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An ex-girlfriend of my son recommended this book to me! I’m so happy she did. I loved this book! I also felt a connection because I actually saw Petit walk across the twin towers. I was working downtown Manhattan at the time!

It was slow-moving at first, but once past the first 80 pages it was incredibly intense. It was a very intricate book with Philippe Petit’s high-wire walk across the Twin Towers being the glue that binds the story together. The book took place in both Ireland, for a short while, then the USA—New York City to be exact. Lots of well-defined characters and overall a wonderful story. I’m really surprised this book was never made into a movie because it has the potential to be an Oscar worthy one.

Where’d You Go Bernadette? by Maria Semple.

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Bernadette is me. I am Bernadette. I’m still trying to figure out how Maria Semple got to know me!

My daughter, Oona, recommended this book to me a while ago. She said that the character, Bernadette Fox, reminded her of me.   As I read this book I couldn’t help but think—does Maria Semple know me?   I loved this book so much that I’ll be reading it again. And again! Bernadette Fox is a rather unusual woman—she’s not crazy about her neighbors, the mothers in her daughter’s school, or the city she lives in. She had a penchant for happy pills, and ends up mysteriously disappearing. That is all I’m going to say without giving anything away. I could not put this book down!! There is a lot going on in this book with the various characters and the way the book is written—lots of emailing. But it’s great. I’ve even started to call Oona, Bee. Bee is Bernadette’s daughter’s name. I hear that this may be a movie—I only hope the casting is spot on—because if the character of Bernadette is miscast the movie will suck!

Diary of a Mad Diva by Joan Rivers

Diary of a Mad Diva

This book brought tears to my eyes because it was THAT funny. OMG. This was a great read. I miss you Joan!

I miss Joan Rivers so much. With her death, came the death of political incorrectness. We need that back. NOW! I’m telling you, people at the pool in Theoule must’ve thought I was a lunatic. I could not stop laughing while reading this book. Loud laughing. Laughing to the point that I had to close the book because I was almost choking. The book contains the entries that Rivers made for a year into the diary that her daughter Melissa gifted her with for Christmas. All I can say is this woman has no boundaries—and that is a great thing.

Dirty Rush by Taylor Bell

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It was “meh”, but still a quick read and had a few moments.

Hands down, this was the least favorite of the books I’ve read so far this summer. The forward is by the infamous sorority email composer Rebecca Martinson. (If you are familiar with sororities, you will be well-aware of the profanity filled email that Martinson sent to her beloved sorority sisters a few years ago—it went viral). The story is about a sorority legacy who doesn’t want to join a sorority, but then she meets a cute boy and blah blah blah and booze and pills and cigs and mean girls and nice girls….it was a quick and easy read. But I have to say, it really makes sororities look bad—and they all aren’t. My daughter loved her sorority and her sisters and I wish someone would actually write a book about how sororities can be a good thing—especially for lasting friendships and networking in the business world!

Chose the Wrong Guy, Gave Him the Wrong Finger by Beth Harbison

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Chick lit supreme. This was the perfect summer reading, I’m-at-the-beach-don’t-bother-me book. I loved this!

This was total chick lit. And—it was cute and fun and fluffy. It follows the story of Quinn Barton, set to marry her high school sweetheart, Burke Morrison. Burke’s brother gets in the way—the rest is just a fun and light story. I won’t even go further. All I can say is that I need to read more of Harbison’s books. She has an easy and uncomplicated way of telling a story. This book IS the perfect beach book. I swear you’ll read it in a day or two. It was tons of fun! I’m glad I stumbled upon it.   I actually left it in the apartment in Theoule for others to read.

The Girl You Left Behind by Jojo Moyes

The Girl you Left Behind

Two plots in one! The story was great with lots of surprises and great characters. I’m looking forward to reading more of her books!

This book was one of those books that take place between two time periods. Normally, I’m not crazy about this kind of book. But you know what? I loved this! It’s about two different women in two different eras and one painting ties them together. Sophie Lefèvre’s husband Édouard is fighting in WWI for France. She is protecting the family’s hotel, which has been taken over by the Germans. Many, many years later Liv Halston receives a gift, a beautiful painting from her husband David. David dies unexpectedly. The story switches from Sophie to Liv. It’s full of twists and turns and surprises. I was actually sad when this book ended because I wanted it to go on and on!

Two books that I will start reading soon—either at the beach or in my little sunroom!

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With Lisa Lampanelli’s recommendation for “Here I Go Again”, I’m banking that “Me Before You” will be the better book–by a longshot. I still have hopes for Lancaster’s novel!

Here I Go Again by Jen Lancaster

Jen Lancaster writes great books—about herself. Her memoirs are a riot and always manage to get big belly laughs from me.   This is her foray into writing novels. I’ve read mixed reviews, and the red flag is that Lisa Lampanelli, a “comedienne” who I think is just so unfunny recommends it. I got the book in the Bargain area of Barnes and Noble so we’ll see.   The book’s main character, Lissy Ryder reached the height of popularity in high school. Apparently it’s all downhill from there. I’m expecting some decent laughs since Jen Lancaster wrote it but you never know!

Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.

This is another book that Oona recommended. The description seems like a chick version of “The Intouchables”, the great French Film starring Francois Cluzet and Omar Sy. Anyway, the book centers on the relationship between Will Traynor, a quadriplegic and his young caregiver Louisa Clark. Based on reading The Girl You Left Behind, I’m guessing it’s going to be very good. I also want to read more of Jojo Moyes’ books!

Well, that’s about it for my summer reading reviews. The clouds are darkening up again and I do believe we are in for a late afternoon of more torrential rain. Thank God I’m now indoors wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

I’m off to peruse the recipe in Rachael Khoo’s book and perhaps find a good dish to make for tonight’s dinner!

XOXOXOXO!

Since we’re talking books-how about this oldie but goodie? Paperback Writer by the Beatles!

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Trip Tips and Advice for the Atypical Traveler from Atypical60!

Hey all—I just know you’re dying to read today’s post! *wink* *wink*. Because I’m a giver, I’ve decided to share some of my trip tips with you! Some are practical, and I realize a couple are just downright weird and perhaps rather…um…atypical but they may be just a teeny bit helpful! So here goes……………

Strategic Packing: The Checked-in Luggage: If you are going away for more than a week and traveling by air, chances are that you will have more than a carry on.   I refuse to pay the airlines more than need be. There is no way I will allow myself to be charged $100 or more because my suitcase is over the limited weight by as much as a few ounces or a pound. I pack the lightest stuff that I possibly can in my suitcase. Tablet, liquid makeup, most of my beauty stuff, tweezers—basically anything that won’t pass by security goes into the checked luggage. Plus, I need to leave room for items that I’ll bring back from my vacation when I shop. I do plan out some of my outfits though. I’ll place a complete outfit in a zippered plastic bag, then to get the air out I’ll kneel on the filled bag and squeeze, squeeze till it’s flat!

Outfit ready to go into the bag

To make for easy clothing choices, I’ll take a complete outfit (Note I don’t do this 100 percent of the time)..

Outfit in the bag

Fold it, put it into a freezer-sized zippered plastic bag and note what clothes are inside. I don’t label the plastic bag because I reuse them. I did this last year with every outfit–this year I didn’t and I should have!

                                    The Carry-on: The heavier items always go in my carry-on. Jeans. Blazers. Outerwear. Shoes. Hair Rollers (I’ll get to that later). Blow drier. I’ll also pack a couple of journals into the carry on. They are heavier and don’t take up that much space. The point is to keep heavier articles and clothing with you so you don’t end up spending more money on checked-in luggage.

Journals

Journals can be heavier and I don’t want to weigh luggage down, so a couple of these always go in my carry-on luggage!

                                    The “Personal” Item—i.e. Purse: This is where I get really creative. I’m obsessed with the airlines losing my baggage. Trust me, I’ve had “lost” and “misplaced” luggage before and ended up receiving it days later. It isn’t fun. Let me tell you what I do. I’m a fan of the Longchamp le Pillage bag.

Longchamp bag emptied

My flattened and empty Longchamp Le Pliage bag. Watch it grow and expand!

I’m also a big fan of organizing with plastic bags. I’ll organize items in plastic bags. I.e. Pens and writing implements go in one bag.

Longchamp writing essentials

My writing necessities. These will all be placed in another larger zippered bag.

Combs (I never brush my hair unless I’m blow drying), hair clips, ties, barrettes in another.

Longchamp bag hair essentials

Some of these hair items get squeezed into…

Longchamp bag hair essentials 2

This little zippered pouch then..

Longchamp hair essentials 3

Everything here plus combs are placed into a larger plastic bag and put into the Longchamp bag!

I’ll fit a couple of pairs of shoes/sandals into the bag as well.

Longchamp bag sandals

A pair of sandals ( this is a re-enactment. I just got these!)…and..

Longchamp bag ballet flats

Ballet flats get shoved into the Longchamp bag too. Wait. I’m STILL not done!

My agenda, with a pen inserted into the binding wires—fits perfectly and I never have to search for it.

Longchamp weekly planner agenda

Look to the far upper left of the agenda. That blue thing is the pen I keep–it’s the perfect place!  I’m still not done!

I also fit my camera and my car charger and camera charger. Bonaparte carries the adapters for foreign outlets in his carry on.   I always carry an umbrella no matter where I am. (I cannot have the rain ruining the hair that I have nor do I need the rain to wash away the products hiding my bald spots!).

Longchamp umbrella and wallet

The umbrella, and lest I forget my wallet. I’ll tell you there is so much stuff in this bag a pickpocket would give up trying to find my wallet in a matter of seconds!

I received this tote bag from the wonderful staff at the Wythe Hotel in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Hands down, this tote bag is strong as all get out. I literally used it throughout my last vacation and used in in place of a purse at times. It folds up neatly and takes up no space.

Longchamp bag wythe hotel tote

This tote is great. It’s strong enough to hold a few wine bottles too! Makes my day! If you want to purchase one of these great totes you can email the Wythe hotel at:  hello@wythehotel.com.  Tell ’em  you found it on my blog!

I also stuff this Trish McEvoy makeup organizer, but I use it for dental floss, teeth care more than anything else.  Oh..and my makeup brushes get thrown in here too! My new addition to my bag is the Monoprix grocery bag—you never know when you need an extra tote. Am I right?

Longchamp trish mcevoy makeup planner

I’m not a Trish McEvoy fan, but this impulsive purchase does come in handy every now and then.

Longchamp makeup brushes

Hey–What can I say? The Longchamp Le Pliage holds a ton of stuff!

Longchamp chapstick and gloss

I forgot–I have a little bag of chapstick and lip glosses that I fit into the Longchamp as well.

All stuffed and ready to go into the Lilly for Target Straw tote.

Longchamp bag. Nnow filled to the brim.

Everything from the above pics is stuffed into this Longchamp Le Pliage bag–even the little red Monoprix grocery bag!

Longchamp bag filled and closed

All stuffed and zipped and ready to go into the Lilly for Target straw bag!

I’ll tell you, Bonaparte gave me the old eye roll when he saw that I was using this straw tote  as my “purse”. He didn’t think I would get away with it. He was even more shocked when, on our way back, I had so much stuff that I had to have him use this straw bag as his personal item! It takes a real man to do that!

Straw bag. Zippered compartment for phone, car charger, camera charger and phone charger

My phone and phone charger go into this zippered compartment. Very convenient.

Anyway, I place one “emergency” outfit in a plastic bag—believe me. If you have any spills of airline coffee or hit turbulence while eating and spill food, all you need to do is grab the emergency outfit out of the bag, change and put the dirty clothes back into the emergency bag.

Straw bag. Emergency outfit bag.

My emergency outfit bag also contains a change of underwear and a bathing suit. You just never know!

I’ve had a child throw up on me and a good leather Kooba bag some years back. That’s one reason for the emergency clothes and carrying the nylon Longchamp bag. It cleans up easier!

Kooba sloan bag

My beloved Kooba Sloan bag. It took a long time to clean the vomit off. I used saddle soap and elbow grease. Since then, I never travel with a good leather bag. The Longchamp is fine–it cleans easier. AND the emergency clothes come in handy when someone pukes on you!

Books also went into this straw bag. The little zippered compartment was perfect for my phone AND my phone charger. Many airports have charging stations so it was at the ready!

Straw Bag. Books for Reading

I actually shoved 5 books in the straw bag, but I purposely left two behind.  I do that every year–I leave one or two books for other visitors. I’m a giver alright!

Straw bag sunhat

My protective sun hat also goes into the straw bag! Then when I arrive at my destination, I use the straw bag as a beach bag!

Straw bag. Emergency clothes, books, sun hat, longchamp bag, camera, phone, chargers

Fill ‘er up!  You can see the handles of the Longchamp bag but not the bag!

Straw bag..everything and the longchamp bag inside

All stuffed. My “personal” item! I swear it was heavier than my large luggage!

Don’t Be Intimidated By The Locals’ Clothing: Face it. We’re all tourists when we visit an unfamiliar place—no matter how many times we’ve been to a destination—if it isn’t home. We’re tourists. And, although I do try to blend when I’m in a large city, I don’t mull or stress over what I’m going to wear. Take Paris, for example. I’ve read so many articles and heard so many people talk about the need to dress up. Yeah….there are still plenty of Parisian women who’s fashion savoir-faire and chic looks can take your breath away but they are a minority! Listen to moi. While I won’t walk the streets of Paris in cutoff shorts and a ratty T-shirt, I will make sure I look presentable and still appear comfortable. During the cooler months, my uniform of choice during the day will be skinny jeans (on my fat ass), a fitted t shirt or thin sweater like a J. Crew Tippi, a blazer and boots.

During the warmer months (and canicule), I’ll wear a simple shift or plain t-shirt dress with ballet flats, Rondini sandals or…flip flops. Yes. I’ve walked the streets of the 6th in flip flops!Damnit—I have beautifully well-pedicured feet, and they need to be admired! I stopped bringing heels with me because I never end up wearing them. Ballet flats are great from the day-to-evening transition.

Two t shirt dresses I wore in Paris multiple times

These two dresses were worn multiple times when we were in Paris. I changed up the look with belts. It was too hot for a scarf most of the time. Worn with flats or sandals or even flip flops it was an appropriate look! I got each of these dresses at Old Navy for $15.00 each!  Both have been washed many times and retain their shape. I don’t put them in the dryer though.

White eyelet shift worn almost every day in the South

I freaking LIVED in this dress when we were in the South. I would wear it to the beach over my suit, wear it sight seeing and running errands. Best dress I ever purchased at GAP–and it’s from last year!

Most Parisians dress casually these days. Unless you are on Avenue Foch or are hanging in Neuilly or find yourself in the 7th arrondissement next door to Karl Lagerfeld, don’t worry about a lack of chicness on your part. Believe me, I try to break the stereotype of the “ugly” American all the time—but I’m never going to go into hock trying to dress like an heiress when I’m not! Many of my travel clothes are from Old Navy—especially the summer clothing and they are extremely appropriate.

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A bus stop in Paris during morning hours. I can guarantee these are not tourists.

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Do any of these people in Paris personify chic?  Don’t be intimidated! It’s all good!

Same thing in Manhattan. As an ex-Manhattanite, I’ve had so many inquiries on what to wear when in New York City. Wear whatever makes you comfortable. Those “Ladies Who Lunch”—they are all on the Upper East Side—which is so last year! They dress for each other and can be found along Fifth and Madison Avenues. Women in New York City are NOT the “Real Housewives of NY”!  Naturally, if you are going to an incredibly fancy restaurant for dinner, you want to check to see if there is a dress code, but New York is a pretty casual city. People still dress for work if they have extremely corporate jobs.

Jeez, I remember the days, back in the early 1960’s when my mother made us “dress” for shopping into the City and for dining out. Those days are over.

When I lived in NYC I even ran to the corner store and dry cleaners in hair rollers. Oh yes I did. I really didn’t care. I set my hair when I’m in Paris too—Bonaparte’s aunt Danièle damn near had a heart attack when I came downstairs with my hair set for the first time.

Rollers in the hair

I had no shame when I lived in NYC. I thought nothing of leaving the apartment like this–I DID have a scarf over my rollers though!

I promised her I would never leave the apartment like that—and I never break a promise. NYC streets in hair rollers. Yes. Paris streets in hair rollers. No!

Toiletries:  Hotels always have those little travel sized toiletries like body lotion, bath gel, shampoo and conditioner. If we go away for the weekend, there is no reason for that stuff from home unless you are very brand loyal. Travel-sized deodorant and those cleaning wipe towelettes are always in my bag.

Those little “Moist Towelettes”: I’ll tell you—even on a longer trip; those cleaning wipes have multiple uses. First of all, the ones that work as makeup removers are great. But here’s another use. After wiping your makeup off, wash the towelette with soap and water to get rid of the makeup residue. These towelettes are sturdy, very sturdy. I actually use these repurposed as wash cloths. Oh yes I do! I’ve got a “thing” about using washcloths that others may have used and these towelettes are perfect! One towelette can last a few days!

Travel Tips. Wet Towellettes

Towelettes are a definitely necessity because they are so strong and can be repurposed. I swear by these!

                        Sunscreen and sun protection items: Sunscreen is greasy and can be sloppy to travel with. I don’t travel with it. Instead, when I get to my destination, I’ll seek out a discount store and get the least expensive sunscreen products I can find. SPF 50 or 30 or 20 is the same whether it is a high-end brand or a discount brand. I’ll leave the good stuff at home. (I will, however, bring my TanTowels with me to ensure an even tan). My sunhat always gets packed—not only does the wide brim protects my fact, but the hat also protects my hair and scalp! The hat isn’t fancy at all, but it does the trick so I kind of don’t care how I look when I’m wearing it.

Don’t forget the change: These days, a great many commuters have EZ Pass—which is a dream when taking a road trip and going through tolls. But what about those who live in a city and rent a car for their travels? What about those who are driving through Europe? Load up on that change!!!

European tolls are expensive and it seems there are more toll roads over there than here—maybe my imagination and maybe not. Either way, we load up on the euro change and always have it ready in the car!

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At home and away, if you don’t have an EZ pass or the European equivalent of an EZ pass, you need all the change you can get your hands on!

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Make sure you have euros and centimes if you are traveling by car. Also, the 1euro coin is handy for grocery shopping. You need a euro for a grocery cart–don’t worry, you get it back!

Even if you are driving or out and about in a car in a city, make sure to have change for parking. Most large cities have begun to use those little kiosks that spit out little tickets that you place on the dashboard of your car so carry change or a credit card.

Parking kiosk

The kiosks have taken the place of meters in most cities–but living in Manhattan has put me into the habit of always having change in the car!

In Paris you can go into a Tabac store and purchase a parking ticket that you can insert into the parking kiosk—it’s even more convenient, especially if you don’t have the change!

tabac

Tabac stores carry tickets for purchasing so that parking will be easier. You can also buy a lottery ticket to test your luck too!

Journal and Photograph Your Trip: Activities and sightseeing aside, make sure you take the time to write about your trip! Take an hour before cocktails or aperitifs to relax, unwind and write! Even if it is just a couple of sentences or notes about something unusual that happened—it’s all good. Perhaps nobody will ever see what you write except you—but you will always have those memories and you will have great reference to give to others if they need information. In addition, you can always go to your journals for fond memories of past trips.

You also just cannot take enough photos either. Doesn’t matter if you aren’t a pro. Snap away—I’ve gotten some great photos with my phone too. Life is always one Kodak moment after another. Better to err on the side of too many pics than too little. You can always delete what you don’t like.

You can never take too many pictures!

Mind your manners: It’s funny. As an American, I notice that we, as Americans, are incredibly friendly, but we aren’t always polite. How many of us walk into a store here and say “Good Morning” or “Good Evening” to the sales assistants? How many sales assistants greet us with “Good Morning’ or “Good Evening”? I rest my case. We are an incredibly friendly bunch, we smile and are bubbly, but sometimes, we just aren’t polite.   Overseas, people may be a bit more standoffish and aloof, but they are incredibly polite. When traveling overseas, always enter a shop with a “good morning” in the country’s native language and a “goodbye” in their language as you exit. Little things like that make all the difference in the world.

Also, remember that other cultures don’t eat as quickly as we do. When you are in a café or restaurant in another country, the service isn’t going to be quick and rushed. So bring a book to read or people watch or take the time in a café to journal your thoughts! It’s the perfect time!

Have a “Bad Weather” backup plan: Ugh. When the kids were young, I remember beach vacations where the weather turned really bad. On one occasion, I took my son Roman down to the beach with me and we were running around in the rain—everyone else thought we were nuts. We had a blast! But—you really need a backup plan. Nobody wants to sit around with nothing to do. We’ve seen some fun movies while on rainy vacations, and have taken some great museum trips too. Always find out where the indoor attractions and entertainment are!

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In 1995 we were on vacation at Virginia Beach. It rained mostly every day. That’s when we saw “Clueless”–and the movie still reminds me of that vacation. We still had a blast!

The Jewelry: Don’t bring good jewelry. Period. I’ve posted this before and I’ll post it again. Hotels are notorious for “losing” jewelry. Bring the cheap stuff—and I mean CHEAP! Walmart has the best faux gold hoop earrings on earth. An entire card of four pair of earrings for five bucks. Go to Forever 21 for a couple of cheap necklaces. Nobody is paying attention to your jewelry except someone who wants it for themselves. If you travel with cheap jewelry, nobody else will want it!

Travel Tip Cheap Earrlings.

Look past the frizzed ends that are sticking out. These earrings are beyond inexpensive. They are downright CHEAP!  Actually, I wear them all the time, not just on vacation!

The souvenirs: it’s always nice to gift friends and family with items from your travels. Here’s how I feel about this. Bring back something useful, out-of-the-box, and different. And something that doesn’t weigh a lot! If you can find Christmas ornaments from your travels, you will have memories from year to year every time you trim that tree!   Grocery totes, candies, food magazines—they are all different and more useful than the typical items sold in overpriced souvenir shops and booths.

All the above are cute little items to bring back for friends and co-workers (Yes. co-workers, for THOSE of you who are LUCKY enough to be *cough* employed!)

You can also have prints made of pictures you took, have them framed, and give them as gifts—it’s more personal!

Wear matching underwear while en route: This is probably the creepiest and twisted advice or tip I can give but—I’m atypical. OK? I don’t like flying. As much as I realize it is the only way to travel at times, I still don’t like it. During takeoff, I say a Hail Mary, an Our Father, and an Act of Contrition. I recite the same three prayers as we land. Just. In. Case.

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This is ONE prayer I’ve been reciting since I was a little girl. Mostly because I was told by my mother or a nun that I had “better” say an Act of Contrition. It happens to be a good flying prayer too!

That being said, I always make sure I am wearing a really pretty bra and panty set. Why? You ask! Well, if “anything bad happens” and my body is not intact, the rescue workers can match the top with the bottom. This goes for long road trips too. Those texters—and drunks-when they drive, they kill others but not themselves. If I’m a goin’, I’m doin’ it in nice and clean underwear!

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If Ima going to the angels, I may as well dress like one! Trust me,  I don’t wear gold underwear when I travel, and my gut sticks out–but I do make sure I match. Just. In. Case!

Well, that’s it for my travel tips! I hope you learned something from my  *cough* “expert” and “Jet setting” advice. Just kiddin’ I’m not an expert nor am I a jet setter. I’m just having fun!  Here’s a song about vacations! Just for you and only for you!

Mister Willie Nelson–On the Road Again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XOXOXOXOXO!

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The Return to Paris and the Canicule. Some Sleep With The Fishes. I Sleep With The Ice Cubes!

It was hard to believe that the twelve days spent in Theoule-sur-Mer were ending so quickly, but on this sunny and clear morning, we were on our way to return to Paris.

Paris. Another pic of the Eiffel.

The return to Paris begins. Hey. What’s that red dot on my picture?

Neither of us wanted to leave the paradise of the Cote d’Azur—but, it was great to be returning back to Paris and Daniele for three more days before heading home to the States!

Our adventure started off with the return of the Hertz rental car. The return process is a quick and easy one, but there was a little issue this time around. We returned the car with a full tank, and cleaned of any maps and personal articles. However, there was a bit of sand in the car.

Hertz did not like this and let us know that an additional 60 euros would be charged.

Um? Excuse me? We rented a car on the Cote d’Azur! Surrounded by beaches. Beaches have sand! Feet and bodies are sandy after swimming—even after using the shower on the beach, the feet still get sandy.

You would think the entire coastline of the Riviera had been dumped in the car!

subway car filled with sand

Honestly, the Hertz people thought our car had this much sand! Come. On. Now!

Bonaparte did not pay the 60 euros. He will challenge this—it was a tiny sprinking of sand and I should have taken a photo!

Anyway, we had some quiet time at the airport before the flight and we returned to a very, very hot Paris.

Nice Airport. Lonchamp shop.

Quiet time at the airport means looking for deals!

By hot I mean the “canicule”. The canicule is basically the dog days of summer—European style—usually from the end of July throughout the end of August. This year the canicule came a knockin’ a month early!

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The only saving grace about the canicule is that it may be hot as all get out, but it isn’t as humid as it is here in the Northeast of the USA!

The good thing is that the cab strike was over AND the elevator in the apartment building was fixed!

We didn’t have to walk up seven flights of stairs in 99 degree heat!

Did I mention that there is no air conditioning in Danielè’s apartment? It’s on the top floor? It was hot as balls and gave new meaning to the saying “Is Paris Burning?”

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At least THIS version of “Is Paris Burning” can be seen in an air-conditioned theatre!

Despite the heat, we still had a great time during our last days!

We went to see an exhibit at the Maison Europeene de La Photographie Ville de Paris. Bonaparte’s grandfather, J. H. Lartigue’s color photos were on display. Bonaparte was thrilled to no end that the exhibit was crowded with fans. Human fans and admirers of Lartigue’s work!  I was thrilled to no end that the exhibit was in an air-conditioned building!

Paris. La Photographie ville d' Paris. Lartigue name!

It was fun to see the exhibit of Bonaparte’s grandfather’s photographs so expertly displayed!

The exhibit was great—and many of the photographs featured Lartigue’s much younger wife, Florette. Florette was the epitome of French chic!

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Florette was really beautiful. Next to Barbra Striesand, Florette had the best hands on earth! Her manicured nails were epic! That’s Florette looking very coquettish if I must say!

Wimpy me risked getting kicked out of the exhibition by snapping these two shots. If I could have, I would have taken more–but I respect authority. Especially the French authority!

We enjoyed a relaxing evening of salads and cold roast beef. It was just too hot to cook!

Some people get to sleep with the fishes…

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Luca Brasi–he STILL sleeps with the fishes!

That night, I slept with the ice cubes! I swear to you, Bonaparte, the human cactus who thrives on heat, thought I was crazy. I took ice cubes, wrapped them up in a towel and placed it on my chest, letting the cool water of the melting cubes bring me much-needed comfort. It didn’t matter that it looked like I wet the bed. It was water and dried quickly!

Danielè’s health was a big concern to me. She’s almost 90 years old! It ended up that she is more resilient to the heat than I could imagine! I’m so ashamed of my weakness to the heat!

The next day we decided to take a drive outside of Paris to visit Chateau de Maintenon.

Maintenon. En Route.

One of the roads leading to Maintenon. It was a really beautiful drive!

This incredible Chateau was “gifted” from Louis XIV, to his second (and secret) wife, Madame de Maintenon.   This visit was such a great way to spend an afternoon. The grounds alone are covered with beautiful gardens, a path of shade trees that have a luxurious scent, an amazing and an unfinished aqueduct. The chateau, although privately owned, does offer two sections of living space that are opened to the public. Those spaces are incredible! And…you aren’t allowed to take photos. I wimped out so here’s photos of the exterior!

Maintenon. View of the back from under the shade of the tree

Can you imagine having a better half like Louis XIV to gift you with this chuck of real estate?

Maintenon. View of chateau with Roses in front.

And, unlike Giverny crowds, Maintenon wasn’t crowded at all–it gave me time to actually stop and smell the roses (and not get stung by a bee either)!

Maintenon. Lovely tree-lined pathway

The path behind the chateau offered cool shade and a pleasant stroll.

Maintenon. Back view from garden

The gardens so well-maintained!

Maintenon. View of aqueduct from my phone.

The amazing aqueduct was never completed. The intent was to carry water to Versailles. However 30,000 men DIED while building it. Can you believe that????

Maintenon. Cobblestones. How did these women walk in heels

I had a hard time walking in flat sandals on these cobblestones leading to the chateau. How did these women do it in heels and all those layers of clothing! I hope they had strong deodorant in those days!

Maintenon. Me. Welcome to my new home.

Yours truly getting ready to oogle the living quarters at Maintenon!

 We also took the time to visit the cemetery, in St. Hilarion, where Bonaparte’s mother and grandmother are buried.

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Little chapelle at the cemetery in St. Hilarion

Interior shots of the little Chappelle. Check out the cobwebs on the door. I must’ve been the first person to enter this building in years. Luckily, I did not see any poisonous spiders. I prayed they wouldn’t be there.

St. Hilarion. Water buckets.

A charming touch–two water cans inside the walls of the cemetery. There was a spigot nearby so you could water the flowers on the graves or in the little garden.

and Le Moulin, the estate that Danièle and her husband, Yves Robert owned.

Le Moulin Better view of grounds and main home to the right.

Wimpy me could have gotten arrested for voyeurism after taking this shot of the estate!

Le Moulin. Brook

This babbling brook was the site of many afternoons of fun when Bonaparte was a young boy!

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The church in Epernon where Daniele and Yves were married!

We drove by the church in Épernon where they were married. All to bring back some instant memories since Danièle was feeling a bit under the weather that day and couldn’t join us!  She really did brighten up when we showed her these photos! It was all good for her!

Her rest was well needed because we had dinner reservations at Restaurant Chez Paul on Place Dauphine. The three of us, along with Bonaparte’s cousin Andre, enjoyed dinner outdoors. The chilled Rosé helped to combat the heat. Actually lots of chilled Rosé helped to combat the heat!

Paris. Place Dauphine. Chez Paul and Le Caveau. Sunday AM June 14 2015

Restaurant Paul, or Chez Paul in the foreground. Place Dauphine is a great place for people watching while enjoying a meal!

Paris. Place Dauphine. Old lab at the resto!

An old lab waits patiently while his owner enjoys his meal. French dogs are so well-behaved and obedient. I need to send Chippy to France!

I drank so much wine that I only got two food pics. The pic on the left, of seriously great potatoes, were obviously taken before all the wine I consumed, as displayed in the blurry pic on the right. That’s my risotto with duck. It was great!

We were able to watch the “boule” teams at play while enjoying dinner and each other!

Paris. Place Dauphine. After 10 PM and still not totally dark.

Ten o’clock and the boule teams are still at play!

Paris. Place Dauphine. Restaurant Paul. Cchairs stacked up because its almost closing time

We stayed at the restaurant until the chairs were piled for the next day!

Paris. Place Dauphine. One light up bar, empty corner

..and until the only light came from a little bar.

Sleep came easily with the copious amounts of wine and I dreamed that I would spend the remainder of the summer in Paris!

Our last day.   My packing was almost completed. I had to be very strategic to ensure I wouldn’t be over the weight limit for my suitcase. I ended up literally stuffing as much as I could into my carry on and into my Lilly for Target straw bag.

The straw Lilly for Target bag is empty now, but I’m telling you, THIS bag held a TON of stuff! It was amazing what I was able to fit into this thing!

I used the straw bag as my “purse”—stuffing even more items than you could ever imagine. I even managed to stuff my Longchamp Le Pliage bag, which was in turn filled to the brim with stuff, into the straw bag. It was a Turducken of baggage!

Besides, we were going shopping on this last day. I had to make room in my suitcase for the stuff to bring back!

My “soldes” post from yesterday–just in case you didn’t get the chance to read it!

We also drove around Paris one last time—trying not to be too sad that our three weeks was ending—it’s hard to process!

Paris. Place Dauphine.empty during the heat

In Place Dauphine to get the car. See that little fence on the left? That is the stairway leading to the garage where we park the car.  And..still, no sign of Daniel Auteuil, the actor, who is supposed to live in an apartment on Place Dauphine and who I never get to see!

Paris. Place Dauphine garage. Got the car. Smells of cigs and Heur Bleu!

Daniele’s car. It reeks of cigarette smoke and L’Heure Bleu perfume.  And it is the best scent ever because it reminds me of her!

We also bought an arrangement of lovely yellow roses for Danièle to thank her for continuing to allow us to stay with her during our visits. The yellow is bright and cheerful—just like Danièle!

Paris. Daniele's Apt. Pretty Yellow Roses we got her.

The yellow flowers were as cheerful as the apartment!

It was still incredibly hot!

It was so hot that when I cooked dinner, I didn’t need to salt the food. The sweat pouring off my body did the salting!

Airplane sweat

Remember the movie “Airplane”? I was sweating more!

Our last dinner was a plate of chilled and refreshing haricot verts and omelettes aux fines herbes. Danièle’s appetite has been dwindling but she ate every bit of the omelette I made for her! Bonaparte and I were extremely happy!

One last look at the sun setting and the view of the Eiffel tower giving us a wave good-bye with her lights, it was time to bid farewell in a matter of hours!

Paris. Last Night.  Daniele's apartment. View from salon window. Bye bye Paris. Next year!

Good night Paris!

Paris.  Last Night.Daniele's Apt. View from her window. Eiffel Tower lights just coming on. Bidding us bye!

Bonne Nuit Eiffel Tower

July 4th! Independence Day in the USA and a return trip home for us!

Paris. Daniele's Apt. Last View I'll have till next year!

See you next year!!!

Paris. Daniele's Apt. Me. I'm actually going home in shorts and with my hair in a messy topknot because of the caniscule!

Yup! First time ever that I flew in shorts. My hair was up in a messy topknot. Basically I looked like Merde!

The heat was intense enough for me to do something I’ve never done before—in Paris or on a plane. I wore shorts home. Oh. Yes I did! It was so early in the morning and I didn’t want to be uncomfortable so I bummed it. Hey, at least I had my Rondini’s on—so it wasn’t all that bad!

The street was empty early that morning. The cab ride to the airport was silent—we were a bit too sad to leave Danièle. The flight back gave Bonaparte time to sleep and gave me time to read.

Paris.Outside of Daniele's Apartment. Returning home to the USA

The empty street. Is the street as sad as I am?

When we arrived back home at Philadelphia Int’l., the customs lines were atrocious. The airport has added a step in the process of going through customs. Little kiosks. You place your passport into the kiosk for scanning. Then, the camera, which is built into the kiosk snaps your picture. OMG—had I known my photo would be taken, I would have finger-combed my hair and put makeup on.

Ttheoule. Me getting ready for dinner.

Hard to believe that THIS face could look like….

Kiosk Pic dupe

Tthis!  Thank you TSA for installing security kiosks that take photos without telling me. I’m sure that from here on in you have me on watch after THIS beautiful pose! Yeah. Tthat’s right–the camera takes your pic while you are complaining about the kiosk!

It killed me. Hundreds of citizens going through customs upon returning back home and ONE staffer working the crowd. Ninety percent of the travelers were confused with the procedure of using the kiosks. I’m telling you, these things were not installed last year at this time! It was crazy!

Add to that, when we got to the baggage claim, our luggage was strewn about on the floor rather than on the conveyer belt.

Whadda welcome back!

We also arrived to much cooler temperatures—and it was great to come home to our own little chateau, unpack, enjoy the remainder of the July 4th holiday, having a light meal on our deck, watching fireworks and sleeping in our big, comfy bed!

I hope you enjoyed reading about my trip and aren’t sick of reading about it!

Moving on to other things…..here’s a belated July 4th song celebrating our country. Neil Diamond’s “America”! As much as I love and adore France, her people, her food, her history, but I’m an American! XOXOXOXOXO!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO!

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