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.

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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!

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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.

Whered you go bernadette

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

Dirty rush

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

Chose the wrong guy book beth harbison

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…

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This little zippered pouch then..

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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!

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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.

Act of contrition

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!

France. Church where Daniele an Yves were married.

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!

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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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The Magic of Rondini..and Working the Soldes!

I’m taking a pause before I write my last installment about our trip and the return to Paris from the Cote d’Azur.

This is important travel information! I’m talkin’ shopping my friends. S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G!!!

I need to discuss Rondini. I need to discuss the soldes . I need to discuss the experiences. Please. I’m not preaching nor do I want to come across as sanctimonious. It’s just that over the years, I’ve acquired some savoir-faire in connection with these sales.

Trust me; I’ve been extremely fortunate in the timing of our trips to France. We have always managed to be in France either during the summer soldes (sales) or the winter soldes! This summer’s soldes begin on June 24th and end August 4th.

Those prayers to my guardian angel have paid off—she was at my side to ensure I got great deals this year.

Shopping. My Guardian Angel prayer

Hey, Guardian Angel, can I pray to you to find great sales because I just could NOT find the patron saint of shopping!

Enough of my rambling. Let’s get down to business. OK?

Let me tell you a bit about Rondini in St. Tropez and why I love their sandals:

Rondini site–English Version Just For You!

Way back when, in younger and more delusional days, I had seen pictures of Rondini sandals in magazines and read about how wonderfully made these sandals were. I imagined myself on the beach of St. Tropez—big hair, sunglasses, tanning, thin and totally glamorous. Never imagining that I would actually have the opportunity to be in St. Tropez and own these fantastic sandals years later!

The Rondini studio is small. And charming.

St. Tropez. The Great Rondini Store! Outside sign.

The Rondini sign always warms my heart and gives me happy feet!

The first sandals I purchased were the “Sahariennes“. A leather flip flop of sorts.

Sahariennes Rondini

My first pair of Rondini sandals. They have gotten even better with wear after over 5 years! I love these so much!

I’ll never forget arriving at the shop. A line was forming outside the front door. The inside was a bit dark and rustic. It was hot. I almost felt a bit intimidated because I was not a cool, chic, jet-setter—the kind that is often associated with St. Tropez. In looking around the shop, though, I noticed the customers were of all mixes. Hippies, St. Trop Chic, Prepsters..and me. It was all good!

The level of service was far and above any footwear service I’ve received in my adult life. The service reminded me of old school shoe stores. You know– think back to childhood when your feet were measured and care and interest was taken into account for your school and special occasion shoes.

My foot was carefully measured. The straps—even those non-assuming flip flop straps, were measured to my width. The sandals were custom fit just for me and only for me.

As time went on, those leather sandals molded to the shape and form of my feet, giving me the most comfortable fit ever. Over five years later, I still wear these magnificently fitted sandals regularly during three seasons—giving them a rest only during the coldest months of the year!

My next visit to Rondini was a couple of years later. Same familiar shop, but this time, we arrived earlier to avoid any lines! The choice this time around was the infamous “Tropéziennes”, a gladiator-type sandal that is extremely popular. All throughout the South of France knock-offs of this model of sandal can be found. But if you want the real deal, and a superior quality sandal, Rondini’s are the best and original!

Shopping. Rondini repaired sandal that Chippy ate. On left.

My Tropeziennes. Again, so comfortable and so well-made. The sandal on your left-hand side is the one that was repaired. Good as new–the best repair job ever!

If there is any one pair of sandals that has gotten more compliments, it’s this pair. They are casual enough for dressing down yet, there is a certain chic quality for work and dressing them up.

Then Chippy got to them.

Cchippy

He may LOOK innocent, but he loves my Rondini sandals in a different way. He wants to eat them!

A closet door had been opened. The scent of the natural leather must’ve been akin to the things that happen to me when I smell an opened jar of Nutella. He went crazy snacking on one of the straps. Luckily, I snatched the one sandal before he made a meal of it. However, my OCD wouldn’t allow me to wear them until the strap was repaired.

Shopping. Rondini Sandals Damaged

See the damage of Chippy’s little entrée?

I couldn’t find a repair shop here in the U.S. to repair the damage. Instead I would have to wait until my return to St. Tropez.

A couple of weeks before our recent trip, I contacted the Rondini studio with photos of the damaged sandal. I was told to bring the sandal in and it would be repaired. I was also told that the color of the new replacement strap may just be a little different. Hey. I didn’t care!

Shopping. Rondini Repared strap. just slightly different color but you cannot tell.

Bottom strap repaired. I was told the color could be slightly different, but within a few weeks, the leather will be the same worn color. Excellent repair job and now I can wear my lovely sandals once again. And–remember to close my closet door!

So—damaged sandal in my luggage, off we went!

We were meeting Bonaparte’s dad, Dany, at his musee, Maison des Papillions, at 11 AM.   We arrived in St. Tropez at about 9:45—which gave us plenty of time to get to the shop and then do some walking around the harbor.

La Maison des papillons information for you!     Shameless plug. I know–but’s its a great place to visit.

Back to Rondini!

When we arrived, I noticed the shop had a new and updated look! And—air conditioning! The shop is more open and airy and it is still charming as ever! The selection of sandals is mind-boggling. Leather in different colors, metallic leather, python leather. Oh, and the scent of leather is just so swoon-worthy!

St. Tropez. Rondinis new look!

Rondini’s updated interior. Who wouldn’t want to spend time here? It is the most incredible shop!

It still smells like an old-school leather shop! The “door” leading from the boutique to the workshop in the back remains in beaded strands hanging from top to bottom. You can see the talented artisans creating and working on the leather goods!

We dropped my damaged sandal off, with absolutely no expectations of repair time. Honestly—we expected to either have the repaired sandal sent back to us via mail or we expected to return a couple of days later. What we didn’t expect was to have the sandal fixed in a matter of hours. I had my sandal in hand after our lunch with Bonaparte’s dad!

I also purchased another pair of sandals. This time, at Bonaparte’s suggestion, I went with the “Salome Box” in black leather. Although they weren’t part of the sales, the 135 Euro price was well-within my budget and equivalent to $150 USD!

Shopping. Rondini. New Salome Sandals in black!

My new Salome sandals. They are stunning and…

Ttheoule. My new Rondinis!!! Ready for din din!

…they looked great all dressed up in my maxi dress when we dined at L’Aiguille!

Shopping Rondini sandals on me.

They look great anytime!

From the moments that my foot was measured, until the moment I left the shop, I felt like Cinderella when the glass slipper was placed on her foot. Fitting and re-fitting. Even after the straps were placed on the sole, they were measured for more little holes so that the fit would be perfect.

It’s hard to explain the feeling of having such care and professionalism that goes into the experience of purchasing a pair of Rondini’s. It’s just so personal and intimate! The assistance received was so generous and genuinely caring. I felt even more “special” when, after Bonaparte made the purchase, he was asked if Dany was a relation. When he explained that he was, in fact, Dany’s son, we found out that Dany is a very well-respected person in the St. Tropez community. THAT really touched Bonaparte to no end. He was just so happy and proud for his dad!

The great attention to the customer, the attention to detail, the fact the sandals are made in France, AND the fact that the product is superior will have me purchasing my sandals from Rondini from now on. Seriously—have you seen the prices of “designer” sandals at department stores? For about the same price, you can have a pair of custom-made sandals that aren’t mass-produced!

Shopping Rondini. My newest addition!

My little Rondini family. Does this make me a regular customer?  Seriously, the sandals are like a fine wine–they improve with age!

For me, these sandals are a logical purchase. Although not on sale, the pricing was still a great value for the service and quality.   An additional great thing about Rondini is that you can purchase the sandals through their website.   I’ve already placed their handmade leather bracelets on my list along with the “Bikini Chevreau” sandals….or should I get the Saint Raphael, (?), for my next visit!

The “Bikini” on the left or the “Saint Raphael” on the right? Both are beautiful!

What better souvenir can you bring home from France? It’s one that you will have for years and years and will grow better with age!

Now. As far as clothing goes, I usually don’t make those purchases. The reason being is my body is incredibly curvy for a European fit. Even at my low weight, it is still difficult for me to find clothing when I’m in France. My past clothing purchases are a couple of simple dresses and a loose-fitting tunic. Most of the clothing purchases have been for Oona.

During the sales, (I’m going back to “sales” instead of “soldes”), I try to strategize. For example, even though Longchamp bags are readily available here in the States, the pricing during the sales in France is incredible. In Galeries Lafayette, quite possibly the prettiest and most magnificent department store I’ve ever shopped in, the line just to get into the Longchamp area is ridiculous. I waited on that line some years ago and swore I would never, ever do it again.

Paris. Galeries Lafayette. Ceiling Dome 2

Ceiling dome at Galeries Lafayette!

Two more shots of this magnificent department store. It’s so lovingly maintained–and crowded!

Paris. Galeries Lafayette Longchamp Line 1

This is just a part of the line to make Longchamp purchases–and I’ve seen it worse!

Paris. Galeries Lafayette. Longchamp Line 2

Here’s another view. It’s organized though. You pick out your bag, you receive a card with the information, you hand the card to the cashier, you pay and then you receive your bag. Its crazy!

Instead, I opt for my Longchamp purchases at the airport. I swear you can get a better deal and there are no lines. I purchased this bag at CDG for 49.50 Euros. In USD that’s currently $55.00. This bag normally sells anywhere from $155 USD and up. Now THAT is a great deal!

The best deal was saved for last. I purchased this at CDG moments before I boarded the plane back home. It was a steal–literally, a steal–the best bargain ever!

Repetto ballet flats are another favorite shoe of mine. Repettos, like Rondini sandals, are also made in France. A quality shoe.

Paris. Galeries Lafayette. Repetto Display. My kind of place

This display is like candy for me. Look how colorful and pretty!

I hit pay dirt when I found this pair at Galeries Lafayette for half price! I paid 92.50 euros for a pair that is normally 185 euros. I also love the fact they are patent. In USD the price is 103.00—still a great buy on a pair of Repetto flats. This is also a shoe that lasts forever!

Shopping. Repettos New. Patent.

Aren’t they adorable?  I love, love, love the color!

My next purchase was a beautiful leather bag by Nat & Nin. My friend, and fellow blogger Le Movie Snob

Barbie got me hooked on these bags. I’ve purchased a couple for me and a couple for my daughter, Oona, who is also a fan.

Shopping. Nat & Nin Bag.

My Nat & Nin “Carrie” bag. This color is great and I know it’ll be receiving lots of compliments!

Although I didn’t have time this time around to visit the Nat & Nin flagship boutique, I made my purchase at “Sophie Sacs”. Sophie Sacs is the remarkable little leather bag shop on Rue du Rennes that sells these bags at great prices! This bag was my most expensive purchase—at 188 euros, the USD equivalent being $209 USD. Even at $209 USD it is still a great deal. I don’t want an overpriced, mass produced Michael Kors bag that everyone has— nor can I afford the LV Neverfull bag at this point. Instead, I’ll opt for a more affordable bag that is a rare sight to behold here in the States!

Paris. Sophie Sacs owner

The owner of the great bag shop “Sophie Sacs”–it is always a pleasure to shop here!

I was extremely pleased to be slightly under my overall budget of $500 USD that I had miserly saved up throughout the year. My major purchases were well-thought out and strategized.

Tip: If you see something that may not be on sale, but you truly love it and will use it a lot—by all means if it falls within your budget—make the purchase. If you don’t, you may regret it.

Tip: Don’t ignore the sales at the airports. CDG and Orly have some great shops. Nice airport has some great shops as well. The Longchamp shop at Nice has fantastic buys!

We did make other purchases too.

Oona insisted she didn’t want anything but it was nearly impossible to pass this adorable cross-body bag up. She’s young. She goes out at night. Who wants to lug a huge purse around? This bag does the trick. (I filled it with little goodies too!). We happened to stop by Galeries Lafayette in Cannes—a very small store compared to the one in Paris, but it was just one of those finds!

Shopping Cross Body Bag for Oona.

This bag is so adorable. I filled it with goodies like candies, a shopping sac and some Euros!

I also purchased a pair of earrings for her at this great little antique shop around the corner from Place Dauphine.

Shopping. Berthe Morisot Reproduction earrings.

I found this pic online. These are the earrings I got Oona but they are wrapped up and I’m not rewrapping them. She hasn’t gotten them yet!

I’ll tell you—great finds sometime come when you least expect them. This beautiful little shop’s proprietor, Raphael Bedos, has excellent taste. His antiques are beautiful and the jewelry he sells in his shop are tasteful, classic, beautiful and surprisingly affordable pieces. I was glad to stumble upon his shop because I’ll be returning for more purchases in the future!

Shopping. Raphael Bedos Business Card.

If you are in Paris and are near Place Dauphine or in and around the 1st or 6th ads., make a point to stop by his shop.  He’s got great items and he is an incredibly nice man!

Tip: Look outside the box when it comes to memorable purchases. I’m not a big fan of tacky souvenirs, but I do like to make little purchases that’ll remind me of my time spent in France.

That’s where the cooking magazines come in handy! Translating the recipes is actually easier than you would imagine—it turned into my pet project.   Last night I made cocktail tomatoes stuffed with crabmeat. I got the recipe from one of the magazines! It is also a fun way to improve your French language skills!

They may not be haute cuisine or fancy French cookbooks, but the recipes are great for every day cooking–and pretty easy to translate once you get the hang of it!

I also picked up a couple of gossip magazines. Hey—don’t judge! Jean Dujardin’s girlfriend is pregnant! It didn’t take him long to bounce back after his divorce now—did it???

Gossip magazines are just plain fun–and I forgot–Real Estate magazines are not only interesting BUT they are FREE! What a great souvenir!

You can’t go wrong with music CD’s either!  Over the years, I’ve amassed quite the collection. Inexpensive and each time you pop one of those CD’s into the car or your player at home, you are immediately transformed back to your happy travel place!

Shopping French CD.s

Some of my CD choices from this visit. I LOVE the Francoise Hardy CD! It’s always fun to have some French music to remind you of your trip!

The next purchase made me nervous. Remember the appetizer that I wrote about yesterday? The one that Bonaparte had? The tartine with the tomato confit and jambon and shaved parmesan? Well, I wanted to try to dupe it. While we were at Geant, I came across these jarred tomato products and purchased them. I wrapped them up in paper towels then in a plastic garbage bag. I, being the wimp that I am, was so afraid that airport dogs would sniff my tomato contraband out and I would be in trouble. But—I took the risk and now am enjoying my tasty little friends. I did try to dupe that appetizer and it turned out pretty good, but the ham over there is just different. Next time I’ll try speck or prosciutto!

Shopping Tomato stuff

My tomato contraband!

I also picked up some Nougat at Senequier, in St. Tropez,  for my girlfriend, Becky. I wasn’t afraid to “smuggle” that in because I bring some back for her every year!

nougat

It’s a good thing I’m meeting Becky for lunch Monday so I can give her the nougat. If not, Bonaparte will steal it and eat the whole thing!

Little grocery sacks from Monoprix, at .18 centimes is a great purchase to bring back for you and to hand out to friends. I should have gotten more!

Shoppng. Monoprix Shopping sacs!

I regret not buying a ton of these. They would make GREAT stocking stuffers at Christmas time!

My love for the scent of all things orange blossom never ends. I stocked up on Le Petit Marseillais toiletries. Fleur d’oranger bath products and soap at dirt cheap prices at Geant made me a happy consumer!

Inexpensive toiletries are always a great purchase. This brand has a great value for the price. The moisturizer is great, creamy but not greasy!

Since I forgot to bring my Fragonard Eau de Toilette in Fleur d’oranger, we were close enough to Grasse to make a run for me to pick some up. However, I changed up my mind once I arrived at the boutique. I used my logic. I already have this scent at home—I also have a huge refill bottle of it. Instead, I spotted a small and very inexpensive bottle of Fragonard’s Jasmine. I was bowled over because the scent of Jasmine flowers reminds me of the Cote d’ Azur –I opted for the Jasmine.

Shopping. Fragonard. Jasmin Eau de Toilette.

I can spray some on and be reminded of the beautifully scented Jasmine that is so fragrant and that grows all over the Cote d’Azur!

I also picked up a cute little and very inexpensive shopping tote, some Fleur d’Oranger body lotion because I ran out of it and more Fleur d’oranger soap which are now scenting my drawers at home!

Shopping. Fragonard Tote

This tote is in my car and ready for grocery shopping! A purchase that is incredibly useful!

I simply cannot get enough of the Fleur d’oranger scent!

Shopping. Guerlain Terracotta Light bronzer

Oh jeez–I almost forgot.  I had a few euros left before boarding the plane so I ended up purchasing this Guerlain bronzer. It was quite the bargain. I’m serious when I say that the airport shops have bargains you won’t find in the regular shops!

Traveling is always fun and exciting. And it’s always great to be able to save some money throughout the year for shopping while you do travel. But, if you take the time to think about what you may need or really want, you can come home with great treasures that’ll last long after your travels end—and you will be able to remember those travels fondly when you can incorporate those purchases into your everyday life!

Enjoy life–and shopping–and this little song “Oh Oh Cheri” by Francoise Hardy! It’s from the CD I purchased. It’s a remix of her very first record album and it’s a fun song! Ohlala!

XOXOXOXOXOXO!

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Paris May Be A Good Idea, But the Cote d’Azur is Always a Better One!

Audrey Hepburn, the most chic woman of all time, said, in the film “Sabrina”, Paris is always a good idea”.

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She’s got a point..but…

I, the most unchic woman of all time, said, on the way to the Cote d’Azur this past June, “Hot Damn! Paris may be a good idea, But the Cote d’Azur is always a better one!!”

Yup! The second leg of our vacation started on June 19th when we flew from Paris to Nice to enjoy twelve days of relaxation at the apartment on the Cote d’Azur. I have to tell you, the second that the coast of the French Riviera comes into view, I can feel all the tension, and stress and anxiety just leave my body!

Cote d'Azur. Almost there.

Peek-a-boo! I see you!

Cote d'Azur in full view ready for landing in Nice!

Getting closer…..

Cote' D'Azure. plane getting lower!

….and closer! Vacation begins!

This year, the only anxiety I had was from the unemployment funds due me that never made it to my bank account—and most of that anxiety left. For a few days, but I’ll get to that later!

Flight landed, baggage received in moments, car rental handled in a short time and we were off to Theoule!

Nice. Leaving the airport. This was the only cloudy moment. a sprinkle of rain for a minute!

Leaving Nice airport. I swear to god, this was the only moment of cloudiness and a two-minute sprinkle! Bonaparte damn near had a heart attack. It was just Maman Nature playing a little joke on us!

Anyway, since 2011, we’ve rented an apartment in Theoule-sur-Mer. The apartment is in a community called Port la Galere.

la galere website     Here’s a link to their website. It’s really cool!

Club Port la Galere’s site  Here’s a link to the cool pool and the restaurant that we love!

Theoule. Vincents Squab topped with Foie Gras entree. He wins!

Pidgeon and fois gras to start! This isn’t even the meal!

Theoule. Clubhouse. My shrimp entree

Fresh shrimp in a broth for me to start!

Theoule. clubhouse Vincents main plate surprise. Steak!

Bonaparte’s typical order of steak–but this time he went a bit wild with pureed potatoes!

Theoule. Clubhouse. My main plat. Lamb, potatoes what a great last dinner in Theoule!

I went wild too! With lamb instead of my usual fish!  I’m glad I did.

Theoule. Clubhouse. Vincents dessert. Sorbet!

For dessert, Bonaparte went with a light sorbet..

Theoule. Clubhouse. My last dessert Chocolate bomb with vanilla ice cream and caramel sauce.

Um. I went with a very caloric Chocolate lava and ice cream, with a caramel sauce dessert.  And I wonder why I’m not losing weight!

It’s affordable and the location is amazingly convenient! The central location lends itself well to our travels throughout the area.

The view from the terrace puts me at ease the moment we arrive.

Theoule. Morning view from the terrace

View from the terrace in the morning. Always beautiful to wake up to this.

Ttheoule. Me. Incredibly happy to be here!

PLUS–the natural lighting is GREAT for applying make up! I loved putting my make up on every day! Trust me, my makeup application hasn’t looked this natural in a long time. Also–the dryness in the air makes for great hair days!

Ttheoule. View of terrace from inside the apartment

View from master bedroom. Check out the far left-hand side of the terrace. It’s the laundry rack. It took me an hour to figure out how to assemble it too! The doors were never closed!

Theoule. Familiar 2015 View from the Terrace of the Sea!

Another view of the sea from the terrace! Another beautiful day!

Theoule. Bubble House View Three

Zoomed view of the elusive bubble house across from the apartment. I feel like a voyeur but there’s never anyone at this house!!!!!

It expands the width of the apartment, French doors leading from both the master bedroom and the living space. For the entire stay, those doors never close.

Theoule. Outside the front of the apartment.

The little garden below the entrance to the apartment!

Theoule. Number 10. Our Apartment Door!

Home!! Well, at least for a few days each year it’s home!

Theoule. La Galiere  View of the Living Room from the Terrace

Welcome to the salon!

Theoule. La Galiere. Living Room looking out at the terrace.

View of the terrace from the living area. Air conditioning in it’s natural state. The cross ventilation was amazing–always cool, no matter how hot the outside temps were!

The best part. A washing machine, an iron (and a GREAT one at that!), and being able to dry my laundry on the terrace made me so incredibly happy. There is nothing like dry, crispy clothing that has been air dried!   I rest my case!

The jasmine flowers filled the air with such a pleasant fragrance that I had to stop by Fragonard in Grasse to pick up a small bottle of Jasmine eau de toilette. I wanted the memories!

Theoule. Stairway to the apartment

The stairway from the apartment leading down to the ….

Ttheoule. Jasmine outside our apartment beautiful and fragrant.

..many Jasmine plants scented the air so sweetly!

We had most of our meals on that terrace! Mornings of coffee and croissant. Evenings of wine, cheese, pate—for me seafood, for Bonaparte, meat!

Ttheoule. Cheese and saucisson on the terrace

Cheese and saucisson started off most evening meals…

Theoule. Dinner Still life.

This is why I didn’t lose any weight. Bonaparte went meatless one night and I cooked eggs. Check out the color of those yolks!

 We literally continued to spend hours watching the boats of all types and sizes gliding, floating and racing on the Mediterranean Sea!

The sounds of the sea, smoothly crashing against the huge rock formations, in its timely cadence, calms me down like a natural medication. The symphony of the cicadas, bellowing of the frogs and the coos of the doves send me off into a deep slumber.

Ttheoule. Last night. The full moon is illuminating and giving us a sign!

Goodnight Moon! Thank you for the light while I dream of more great times here!

The window of clubbing and staying out all night has closed some time ago. When we retire, we watch French TV. Shows like “Amour Est Dans le Pre”, a reality show showcasing farmers who are looking for love. It sates my appetite for reality!

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Might I add, some of the farmers looking for love on this show, may not have the looks of Alain Delon, but they sure do own some valuable real estate–and cows!

“Les Inconnus” reruns whet my appetite for truly politically incorrect comedy—and even though my knowledge of the French language is far from fluent, you don’t have to be an expert in the language to watch this hysterical show.

Les Inconnus

This hysterical trio left no satirical stone unturned!  It was Political Incorrectness at its best!!! EVER!

Les Inconnus sketches. If you dare!      Click on the link for some fun from France2–you don’t need to speak the language to get a good laugh!

Lazy mornings were  spent at one of the many beaches in Cannes or over at the small beach L’Aiguille. Swimming in the Mediterranean is a blast. There are no waves so to speak of, just little teeny ones—and the sea is so salty that even I, the worst swimmer in the world, can be transformed into an Olympian because of the float factor! You just cannot sink!

Cannes. Beach in the morning. Nobody there!

One of the many beaches along the Cannes coast.  We arrived early in the morning to enjoy the beach to ourselves before the crowds showed up–and they did!

Cannes. Beach water empty so relaxing.

The calm before the masses of people. See those little waves breaking? That was the extent of the waves!

Cannes. Crowded beaches at Palm beach just keep growing!

Crowds in the late afternoon! The Palm Beach area of Cannes.

L'Aiguille. My feets at the beach.

My pedicured feetsies enjoying the first steps into the water at L’Aiguille beach!

L'Aiguille. Morning at the beach.

L’Aiguille in the morning. It’s more of a beach on the bay and you can swim up to the boats–it’s such a quiet beach during the week, but we would not even attempt the weekends!

L'Aiguille. View of nice boat

Hey! Mr. Boat! Can I come aboard?

NOTE: L’Aiguille is home to the most adorable restaurant–named after the beach. Restaurant L’Aiguille. I had the best seafood dish of my life there! BEST ever! It was “Seiche”. Have you ever heard of it?  I thought it was squid only it was better. Seiche is cuddlefish and unfortunately I cannot get it here in the States!  It was served with a pesto sauce and a garlic aioli that was to-die-for. Please don’t be annoyed at me but I have to post pics of this dinner. I know I’m rambling but I can’t help it!

L'Aiguille Seiche. Cuttlefish. My main plat at L'Aiguille. Best. Seafood Meal I've EVER had!

Seiche, aka, Cuddlefish. Hands down THE best seafood meal I’ve ever had in my life! I was thinking about this every day since I’ve had it.  I do not lie when I say that I cannot wait till next summer to go back to Restaurant L’Aiguille to have this again!

L'Aiguille. Vincents Steak Frites. Loved them!

Bonaparte, as usual–his usual dish. He couldn’t stop raving about the frites!

L'Aiguille. Vincents entree of the greatest mix ever

Bonaparte’s entrée before the main plat. A tartine with a tomato confit, jambon, shaved parm and a little mesclun salade!

L'Aiguille. My Entree. Saumon Tartare! Heavenly!

Sticking to my obsession with seafood, I started our meal off with a salmon tartare that was so wonderful and fresh..and a little mesclun salade!

Dessert. Panna Cotta for me. Strawberry tart for Bonaparte! I will have to drop 25 pounds before returning next summer!

L'Aiguille. Another view from our restaurant table

View from our table at the restaurant. It was perfect!

L'Aiguille. Another beautiful evening view

Another view as the sun was setting. Where else can you have dinner at a beach and look over and see the snow-capped alps? It was magical!

However, my frolicking in the water was cut short by the “medusé”—jellyfish. What if I got stung so bad that I died? Forget it. Back to the pool—but at least these pesky sea creatures waited to appear two days before we returned to Paris!

NOTE: Speaking of beaches, I have to say that I admire French and European women because when it comes to sunbathing and swimming, they have absolutely zero body issues! Older women—and I’m talkin’ women way older than me—topless and letting those mature girls hang out! All shapes and sizes in bikinis and bikini bottoms. Nobody gives a shit if the belly or breasts are sagging. Cellulite? Who cares? It’s like looking at the human version of cheese—and the French love their cheese!

I was very comfortable in my bikinis frolicking in the sea and the sand. Although my weight gain body issue had me keeping my top on because it was too shameful for me to have a belly that stuck out more than my girls!

Theoule. Me. Slightly tanned on the terrace!

This year I kept my bikini top on. I envy the confidence and pride that French and European women have with their body image. Well, at least I got a bit of a tan–right??

If not at the beach, we were at the pool, where I sat comfortably under an umbrella reading a good book for the most part of the day!

Theoule. La Galere. Pool Pic 7

We were the first ones at the pool.  I think it comes with my being an ex-New Yorker and having the need to a “good space”. i.e. parking spaces and beach spaces!

Theoule. Pool another view of my reading

Sun safety counts. I’m under that umbrella guarding my pasty skin..and I still got a bit of a tan!

Afternoons were spent sight-seeing. We drove around Antibes,

Antibes. Cute little alcove with fishing boats docked.

Charming little alcove in Antibes with wooden fishing boats!

Antibes. The house I want

Antibes. One reason I play the lottery. When I remember to.

Antibes. View of house that should belong to me.

Antibes. Another reason I play the lottery. The homes in Antibes are pretty damn impressive!

Antibes. The fugliest yacht on earth..but so many stopped to take a pic.

Fugliest yacht I have EVER seen in my life. It looks like a submarine. But–don’t mention that to Bonaparte or any other male person who passed by. There must have been at least 15 men who stopped to take a pic of this monstrosity–all oohing and aahing! To each his own!

spent a few hours in Cabris,

Cabris. Tennis courts where Vincent used to play

Tennis courts where Bonaparte Federer used to play many, many moons ago!

Cabris. Panoramic View

A view from atop Cabris

Cabris. Building view

Oops. This is either the back of a church or a restaurant. Either way, it’s nice!

Cabris. Saint Rita. My annual trip 2015

I may be a lapsed Catholic, but no visit to Cabris is complete for me until I stop by the little chapel to say hi to St. Rita. I always light a candle. This year the price went up to 2   euros and I only had 1 euro in change. Does that mean St. Rita will only listen to half of my requests??? I love this statue so much!

revisited the Villa Ephrussi De Rothschild

Cap Jean Ferrat. Water fountain at Rothschild Mansion

Gardens on the Villa. The water was synced with classical music. It was very, very nice!

Cap Ferrat View of back of Rothschild maison.

Ms. Rothschild would have made an epic Mary Kay Cosmetics salesperson with all that pink!

Cap Ferrat. View of beautiful homes and yachts that should be rightfully mine.

View from the terrace at Villa Ephrussi de Rothschild. Not a bad view to wake up to–eh?

and had a nice coastline drive passing L’Esterel while driving to St. Raphael!

L'Esterel from the highway but closer

L’Esterel.  Nature porn!

St. Trop. On the way. Effing L'Esterel is beautiful

Another view

L'Esterel Looking at Theoule from the way to St. Trop

A far shot of Theoule from the L’Esterel area.

We spent the good part of one day driving to Italy—just for the heck of it,

Theoule. En Route to Italy. Italia sign.

Entering Italy..

Theoule. En Route to Italy. One of the many gazillion tunnels

It seemed like we drove through about 50 tunnels on the way…

Theoule. En Route to Italy. Up in the clouds in the mountains.

…because we drove so high up in the mountains!

and spent another day in St. Tropez enjoying a great visit with Bonaparte’s dad, Dany. We proudly watched a documentaire about Dany and his butterflies.

St. Tropez. La Maison des Papillons Musee Dany Lartigue sign!

Dany’s Musee. If you are in St. Tropez, this is a great attraction!

St. Tropez. La Maison Des Papillion. Father and son enjoying each other!

Father and son reunion 2015! They are so happy to be with each other!

St. Tropez. La Maison des Papillions. The Three Musketeers of St. Trop!

The three musketeers of St. Trop!

St. Tropez. La Maison des papillions. Butterflies in front of painting.

A sampling of the butterflies–placed atop a painting by Dany…

St. Tropez. Dany's Room..and a beautiful painting.

He’s also an accomplished artist and a popular presence in St. Tropez!

Then went for a delicious and relaxing lunch in a garden restaurant!

St. Tropez. Resto La Ramade. Such a cute restaurant the outdoor seating is so cute!

How cute is this garden restaurant?  La Ramade–it had tons of charm and great food!

St. Tropez. Resto La Ramade. Outdoor Menus!

Even the menus are adorable!

St. Tropez. Resto La Ramade. La Table!

The table ready, under a ceiling of intertwined tree branches and lush leaves. Another excuse to enjoy a couple of carafes of a light rose!

St. Tropez. Boats in the harbor.

Enjoying a last look at the boats in the harbor!

(Oh..and I stopped at Rondini to have a sandal repaired and to purchase another pair. The Rondini visit needs its own post!)

Our routine also included almost-daily trips to our favorite hypermarche—Casino Geant! Some vacationers love spending money at Hermes, Chanel and other out-of-my-financial reach shops along La Croisette in Cannes. I’ll take the 2euro cheese, the inexpensive Rosés, and the incredibly fresh seafood of Geant!

Theoule. Geant. Sunday afternoon.

Geant Hypermarche. Better than Wegman’s! YES! Better than Wegman’s. This photo was taken on the first Sunday of the season that Geant was opened. It was like having the store to ourselves. I felt like a Christmas Elf!

Theoule. Geant. Cicada and other provencial goodies!

Look at all the provincial stuff. I regret not purchasing one of those tacky cicadas. You push a button and they make the cicada noise. Epic!

Theoule. Geant. 2euro Cheese = 10.00 in the USA!

Fugettabout Trader Joe’s “Two Buck Chuck” wine. Geant has 2 euro cheese…and it’s unbelievable great!!!

Theoule. Geant. Cheese Heaven!

And more cheese. My thighs now resemble the inside of the buffalo mozzarella.

Theoule. Geant. Poisson. Fresh and not smelly.

The seafood was so fresh I could see it moving!

Besides, where else can you go shopping for groceries and get a sampling of a Mojito without being carded?

Theoule. Geant. Mojito sampling at the hyper marche!

The friendliest Mojito maker in France! I went back for seconds! Hey. I was on vacation!

Theoule. Geant. The wine just goes on and on and on.

Lookit!!! Wine at the marche!!!

Theoule. Geant. Booze at the hypermarche

And booze! No wonder there’s so many young people on vacation here! This is certainly a nice change from the State-run liquor stores in Pennsylvania!

I love the Cote d’Azur!

All was not without the drama, however. Remember how I mentioned my unemployment funds were not to be had? Well—after having this “issue” fester for over a week, and breaking out in random moments of crying and whining, Bonaparte gently suggested firmly insisted that I call the unemployment office because I was practically ruining our vacation!

I did. And I was told to call the examiner’s office. I did. The examiner was extremely helpful but told me she needed to validation. It seems that the very people, who fired me for not being a good fit, told a different version to the unemployment people.

Without going into further detail, I contested. The examiner, who was incredibly understanding, told me not to worry that all would be processed. It was and the rest of my trip was an emotional pleasure.

Then I received the news that my baby, Oona, would, in fact be moving to Arkansas. It was definite! Bonaparte reminded firmly told me that I was being selfish by crying and that I should be proud and happy for my daughter. He’s right—and I know she’ll be back in a couple of years and I can visit her so it’s all good!

Then it was Bonaparte’s time to practically cry!

The cab drivers throughout France were on strike! They were pissed off at UberPop! It was a mess. Cabs blocking the airports. Some cab drivers were caught displaying very naughty actions of aggression. Signs on  a couple of cabs were dissing America because Uber is an American company. I’m sure the French cab drivers had plenty to say when Americans referred to French Fries as “Freedom Fries” so I guess now it was their turn to retaliate!

A Paris cab parks during a blockade by taxi drivers in Paris, Thursday, June 25, 2015 in Paris. French taxis are on strike around the country, snarling traffic in major cities and slowing access to Paris' Charles de Gaulle airport after weeks of rising and sometimes violent tensions over Uber. (AP Photo/Bertrand Combaldieu)

A Paris cab parks during a blockade by taxi drivers in Paris, Thursday, June 25, 2015 in Paris. French taxis are on strike around the country, snarling traffic in major cities and slowing access to Paris’ Charles de Gaulle airport after weeks of rising and sometimes violent tensions over Uber. (AP Photo)

Well, at least the signs were written in English so the tourists could understand the angst! (Due to offensive language, I opted to not post the naughtier signs–the signs didn’t offend me, but I have a gutter mouth and I respect my friends who are more lady-like. I’m a giver!)

Note to French Cab Drivers: Please don’t display signs dissing America because you hate Uber. If it were not for the American troops during WWII, you would be speaking German. I love France and I love the G7 Cabs, but you need to be nice and respectful when you strike!

It was a mess. A mess that had Bonaparte coming up with a plan B to return to Paris should the strike continue. We would drive back—much to his dismay at losing a day at the beach!

Fox News had a field day with this cab strike. The French news reported on Fox’s reporting (French news hates Fox News almost as much as I do!) Fox just about reported there was a revolution going on in France!

Theoule. My feetsies enjoying the pool!

Revolution, Fox reports?  Hmmmmm..all quiet on THIS front! I’m enjoying the peace and quiet!

Well, the cab strike ended and we both enjoyed the remainder of our time in Theoule without a care in the world!

Theoule. Me on the terrace ready for dinner. Diggin. the side braid.

Well, that’s about it from Theoule!  I’ll be posting about Rondini, the return back to Paris, shopping hauls and travel tips over the weekend.  Then I’ll FINALLY get back to my normal self!  Do you like the side braid? My hair was starting to get filthy, but I was too lazy to wash it. Don’t judge. One can be a slob while vacationing!

For your pleasure—the very talented and naughty Serge Gainsbourg’s homage to the Riviera “Sea, Sex and Sun”!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO! Have a great Friday!!!!

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I’m Baaaackkkk From France! Didja Miss Moi???????

 Back from three great weeks in France. Trust me, I wish I had a laptop because I have so much to tell! OMG! As usual, the drama follows me around like a shadow. It was almost Dickensonian for a while. You know—”It was the best of times. It was the worst of times!”

Paris. Leaning tower of Eiffel.

The Leaning Tower of Eiffel–an indication that my stay would be a bit unsteady!

CAVEAT: The worst meaning I allowed myself to become upset by little thing–but, we all are well aware of my penchant for drama!

My anxiety was in full swing for a while over a couple of things that I’ll tell you about….like a broken elevator, a broken door to the outside of the apartment building—which meant it wouldn’t open from inside the courtyard NOR would it open from the outside. We also experienced the huge cab strike, the news of a crazy employee murdering his boss, the incredible heatwave in Paris and throughout France known as the “canicule“, as well as the mistral in the South. And finally—news of my beloved daughter’s being transferred to Arkansas!

But first, let’s start at the beginning.

Did you enjoy your vacation from me? I hope you didn’t. I hope you missed me!

  1. So right before we were to leave, my car got broken into. Contents of my stolen items were found down the street in a neighbor’s car. Right away, this set off anxiety of leaving and having no house when we returned. Luckily, our local police department allows you to put your name on a “vacation” list and the police will check up on your home while away. Check!

We left Philly on Saturday, June 13th to an easy flight to CDG in Paris. While at the airport Bonaparte almost had a melt-down because the airport, in the process of “upscaling” got rid of the McDonald’s booth. Yes. This from a Frenchman!

France. Phila Intl. Heres where it starts!

Once I see that little sign lit up with flight info, I brighten up!

We arrived in Paris early Sunday morning. Luckily for us, the cabs hadn’t gone on strike yet! When we arrived at Daniele’s apartment, the elevator was working—so carting our luggage only took two elevator trips (those French elevators are so stinking tiny!)

upstairs to the loft.

The only stairs I like to climb are the ones leading to our loft area at Daniele’s apartment! Isn’t it cute???

Danièle, Bonaparte’s aunt, was very happy to see us and we were welcomed with fresh coffee and croissant. We spent the day unpacking, relaxing, and taking a drive to Garches to pick up a baguette at Desgranges—our favorite place for bread.

Paris. Desgranges in Garches. Best Bread.

Desgranges in Garches. Worth the drive for….

It’s salty and chewy on the inside and ..well, it’s one of the reasons I didn’t lose any weight while we were away!

Paris. Desgranges baguette. Why my pants no longer fit.

This little baguette never made it back to the apartment in Paris. We ate it! My thighs are slightly larger these days!

As we were enjoying the sights while driving around, I received a text from Oona telling me she may be moving from New York.  My angst was surfacing…

Anyway, the first night was fun. We had dinner at a local neighborhood place, Bistro St. Andre. This is our “go to” dinner place when we want casual, easy, and non-fussy food. It’s also a very “familiar” place.

Paris. Bistro St. Andre. Bernard and fellow worker!

Bernard and colleague at Bistro St. Andre–it’s like being at home!

We’re comfortable there and have been enjoying simple meals for ten years at the bistro! Anyway, we sat down to an aperitif and I spotted Bonaparte’s cousin, Andre, walking down Rue Seguier. I stood up and waved and he happily joined us!

Paris. Bistro St. Andre. Pot Au Feu but with Canard!

My dinner–a very hearty Pot Au Feu made with duck. It was delicious!

Monday: I went to Daniele’s office at Zazi Films and used her computer to submit my unemployment claim for the previous weeks. (Remember this—OK?)

Paris. Zazi Films. Dropping Daniele off at the bureau.

Daniele’s office at Zazi films.

Paris. Zazi Films. Happy to be here!

Me. Happy to be here….

Paris. Zazi Films. Resting my feetsies

Why–even my feet are relaxing outside of the office. It’s great to be back in Paris!

We also took a trip to the new “Fondation Louis Vuitton” building. The building it beautiful and shiny and glassy and modern—and I’m normally not a fan of modern architecture, but Frank Gehry, the American architect who designed the building did a beautiful job.

Paris. Fondation LV. Better view of the LV letters

Part of the Fondation Louis Vuitton…I love the sparkly initials!

Paris. Fondation LV another outside view

The other half of the building. It really is impressive!

Paris. Fondation LV. View from escalator.

Interior view from top floor.

Paris. Fondation LV. Sky view 2

Look at the sky. This building is just so cool!

Paris. Fondation LV. Daniele and Vincent!

Bonaparte and Aunt Bonaparte! We had a blast! That IS a sculpture they are standing in front of!

Anyway, it’s a museum of sorts but the art is really modern and abstract and there is performance art to deal with….I’m not a fan of that scene, but it is worth going to just to see this magical building!

Paris. Fondation LV. Art in the musee. Meh.

A sample of some of the art displayed. This isn’t my thing, but I kind of liked this…

Paris. Fondation LV. Josephine Baker. Warhol

I liked this portrait of Josephine Baker by Warhol better!

Dinner this evening was cooked by me!  I whipped up some omelets with cheese and ham and olives and Danièle loved and ate everything!

Tuesday: Another morning of glorious weather greets us!

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

Coffee, croissant, and a discussion about our daily plans is the best way to start the day–the three of us love our happy mornings–especially when the weather is like this!

After ten attempts. Yes. TEN attempts. For years, I’ve been dying to visit Giverny, home of Claude Monet and for ten years, something always came up. This time—I made it!

Giverny. Fondation claude monet sign.

Finally!!! After so many years–but first..lunch!

The weather was spectacular—not a cloud in the sky. Bonaparte, Daniele and I headed out of Paris and in no time we were at Giverny. Daniele was a bit hungry when we arrived so we enjoyed a light lunch at a cute little restaurant “Le Petit Girveny”.

Giverny. Le Petit Giverny where we had lunch!

Daniele admiring the little garden in front of Le Petit Giverny!

Giverny view of the little bistrot

We had lunch at the table on the far left. The setting was perfect!

It was kind of a touristy place, but nevertheless an adorable and happy little setting. The service was great and the salads were fine. So it was all good.

Giverny. My seafood and grapefruit salad was great.

My lunch..a salad of salmon, calamari, shrimp, scallops and pamplemoose, aka grapefruit! The dressing was fantastic–a light lemony dressing! Yum!

Then—we strolled up to see the house and gardens. It was somewhat surprising to see a pretty long line for admission—especially since it wasn’t high season yet.

I was not expecting the enormous crowds that were there! The home of Claude Monet is charming and beautiful and filled with character! Unfortunately it was also incredibly filled with tourists (Yes. I know. I am a tourist too..but still!) It was nearly impossible to even take a few moments to stop and wonder about what life was like in the house because of the crowds. Anyway, I was still able to get some decent pics.

Giverny. Another view of the home from outside.

The home of Claude Monet. I’m not kidding when I say that I had to wait a good ten minutes to find the one second to shoot this pic with no crowds!

Giverny. Monets bedroom.

Bedroom–I was lucky to get this shot because I almost got pushed out of the way!

Giverny. Corner view of studio paintings.

This studio made me want to curl up with a good book..it’s so tranquil!

Giverny. Another view of bright yellow kitchen.

This yellow kitchen is so happy. Makes me want to bake!

Giverny. Copper pots and pans. Im jealous.

All that copper cookware makes me swoon!

The gardens were amazing. Just amazing! The flowers. The pond with the lily pads. I almost felt like I was in a dream—a very happy and colorful and fragrant dream!

Giverny. Lillypads. Willows. tranquility.

There is something so enticing about lily pads in a pond! Even moreso with those beautiful willow trees!

Giverny. More lillypads

Is this heaven on earth or what?

Giverny. Garden path with house in the background085

This little path leads from the house!

Giverny. Gardens

The hypocondraic in me panicked without an epi pen–but the bees were only interested in the flowers!  Thank heavens!

Giverny. Best pic of house from gardens.

Isn’t it pretty?

Giverny. Lillypads in front. House in back!

I’m really happy to have finally visited Giverny, but in order to really have time to appreciate it, I need to revisit when it is less crowded!

Giverny needs to be revisited by me when it isn’t so mobbed. I would love to return during the early spring when all the flowers begin their new annual lives! Take it from me, if you go to Giverny during the summer months, be prepared for crowds so do yourself a favor and get there early in the morning!

On the way back we stopped at Dalloyau, Bonaparte’s favorite patisserie of all time, for dessert and our dinner was a great lamb tajine with homemade couscous—prepared by Daniele’s housekeeper. Her housekeeper may not be the best at cleaning house, but she is a really, really good cook! She’s the only person I’ve ever met who makes couscous from scratch!

Dalloyau

Best desserts ever!  I don’t know what is to become of Dalloyau because a recent newspaper article mentioned the possible selling of the family-owned shops!

Wednesday: We decided to take a walk to the Musee D’Orsay. As we were waiting for the elevator in Daniele’s building, we noticed it was taking an awfully long time to arrive. We could also hear a lot of noise coming from a couple of floors below. We decided to walk down the stairs and witnessed a Chinese family, strollers and babies in tow, trying to squeeze into the small, narrow elevator that states no more than three people should be in it at one time. There were six members of this family making an attempt to fit in!

I don’t think they understood French or the rules of French elevators.

We walked right into the museum and enjoyed the Bonnard exhibit;

Paris. Orsay. Bonnard nude 1

One of Bonnard’s nudes.  He’s a happy painter. Very beautiful colors!

my man Gustave Courbet’s paintings and many others.

Paris. Orsay. Gustave Courbet Self Portrait. One of my favorite painters!

Self portrait of Courbet. He was soooo good looking! I wanted to post his “Origin of the World” but Bonaparte said some people may be offended. It was pretty scandalous–you can Google it though!

Paris. Orsay. Claude Monet painting

Well, well, well–look what we have here!  A Claude Monet painting!!!!

Paris. Orsay. Manets lunch in the garden.

Edouard Manet’s “Le Dejuener sur l’herbes”. Luncheon in the Grass. The first time I saw this painting close up, I was moved to tears. I LOVE this painting!

Paris. Orsay. Latour painting of the artists in the salon

Henri Fantin-LaTour is another painter who’s work I admire. I swear I could spend all day here! He’s in the white shirt!

I love the Orsay so much. It is on a much smaller scale than the Louvre and, for me, more intimate!

Paris. Orsay interior.2

The Orsay is always a pleasure to visit..

Paris. Orsay. Clock shiny and bright

The large clock in the middle of the museum is striking more than time!

Paris. Orsay. Huge pic of clock.

And the other clock offers a different view of Paris!

We spent a good part of the day at the Orsay and afterwards walked around the 6th on Blvd. St. Germain.  We walked along Rue Bonaparte!!

Paris. Bonaparte. On Rue Bonaparte.

I couldn’t resist! Bonaparte on Bonaparte!

I picked up some body lotion and soap at Fragonard and when we arrived back home to the apartment, we arrived to a broken elevator! Now—I didn’t want to point fingers, but when an entire family of six people—strollers and all tries to squeeze into an elevator in Paris that is meant for three very thin French people, you can bet your ass that you’re gonna be walking up lots of curvy stairs!

Seven. Floors. About 15 steps per flight. When you are carrying stuff—it is no longer exercise. It’s torture!

But what really bugged me is that Daniele is just a few months shy of 90 years young! She cannot walk up and down seven flights of stairs. OK????

It gets better.

Bonaparte and I had to make a run to the offices at Zazi to check emails and I wanted to ensure that my unemployment money made its way to my bank account.

After walking the seven flights down the stairs, we got to the outdoor courtyard. Now. Understand. In order to get to the street, you need to open the huge and heavy door that leads from the courtyard to the outside world.

Ccourtyard

This building is full of doors. See that door in the back–to the right? That is another door with it’s own code! I love this courtyard, but really wanted to get outside!

The door didn’t open. The building’s concierge was nowhere to be found.

People from the outside couldn’t get in and people from the inside couldn’t get out.

Then I noticed something. A tiny piece of clear plastic tape was sticking out from the latch that catches the door. I pulled on it. The door opened. Apparently, the door was being repaired and the workers failed to tighten the tape!

Cathe saves the day—for a few minutes!

Walked back to Place Dauphine to get the car and drive to the office.

Paris Place Dauphine view from right side of streed to Pont Neuf

Our car is parked under Place Dauphine, but it’s my favorite square in all of Paris!

I had high hopes that my funds would be placed into my account. Look at Daniele’s pictures in her office–her photos looked hopeful!

Paris. Daniele's bulletin board at her office!

On second thought–perhaps Daniele isn’t looking at me with high hopes!

The money was not placed into my bank account.

Between the elevator, the door, money that was due me, and news of my daughter’s pending transfer, this day was not turning out to be a good one.

It isn’t Paris’ fault though. I’m letting little things go to my head!

Thursday: Cool temperature in the morning but with a broken elevator, it’s actually a good thing! This morning we decided to take a walk to E. Dehilleran, the epic foodie supply store that professional chefs and non-professional chefs salivate about! The place where Anthony Bourdain famously purchased a duck press and bragged about it!

Paris. E. Dehillerin!

If I could afford it, I would have purchased every gadget for cooking known to man. And woman!

I could have spent all day in that store! In fact, I threatened to.

I was practicing my *cough* knowledge of the French language with a sales man at the store. He looked at me after allowing me to ramble on and said:

“Ou know, we ahr only open till sees o’click tonight” (Bonaparte ready to burst out laughing at this remark)

To which I answered:

“Well, pull up a chair and be prepared to close late, because by the time I finish trying to speak your language it’ll be 8 o’clock!”

I had an instant admirer who was incredibly helpful. The French love a good repartee and I’m a giver!

Paris. Dellerhin. Duck Press. Here's to you Bourdain!

The duck press that Anthony Bourdain gleefully purchased. Watch out Anthony. When I win the lottery, I’m getting one for me!!!!!

My purchases were a silicone madeleine mold and an Herbs de Provence dispenser.

As we were walking back to Place Dauphine to get the car to run some errands, it happened. I went to take a photo with my phone and the phone went black. Dead. Nothing. Nada.

I couldn’t understand because it was well-charged.

The elevator. The door. The non-employment funds. Oona’s possible move. Now the phone.

I was an emotional house of cards that was about to tumble. Seriously. I am great at overreacting!

Bonaparte decided we should drive to Rue de Rennes and stop off at FNAC to see if we could get the phone fixed or at least find out what the problem was.

As is usual with the French, their customer service can be a bit different than ours here in the States. It’s more complex. We were told to go to the back area where people go to have electronics and phones fixed. However there were separate lines for computers and phones and other items. You also had to take the appropriate ticket.

Two people were working. Ten people were waiting.

After twenty minutes, I simply gave up. I was festering very bad emotions.

Bonaparte took it upon himself to go to the phone accessory department. He found a sales assistant; spoke to him while pointing the phone. The assistant magically pressed down the button to start my phone while pressing the little rounded square at the bottom of my phone.

The phone was fixed. I was so incredibly happy that I made a stop across the street to Sophie Sacs, my favorite store for purchasing Nat & Nin bags for a great price!

Sophie Sacs Website

Paris. Sophie Sacs owner

The charming proprietor of Sophie Sacs. Always welcoming!

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…and an assistant stands amid the new look and expansion of this great shop!

Sophie Sacs, a narrow little alleyway of a shop, had a makeover! The store expanded by a few feet and new flooring and better lighting brightened the place up!

Shopping. Nat & Nin Bag.

My new Nat & Nin bag. I love the color!

New bag in tow, I forgot about my unemployment! (For a few hours)

We came home to an elevator in working order. It was going to be a good day after all!

We had a great and delightful evening! Bonaparte’s cousin, Jean Denis and his wife Marie joined us for dinner. We always have a fun time with Jean Denis and Marie and Daniele was enjoying every moment!

Friday: Leaving Paris for Theoule-sur-Mer!

But wait. The elevator broke. Again!

That meant walking down seven flights of stairs with two large suitcases. Two carry on suitcases. My purse, in which I placed a ton of belongings.

….and the story continues…Part Deux tomorrow–stay tuned!

I’m happy to be back and I hope to continue to entertain you!!

Now..for some musical entertainment.. Joe Dassin singing “Aux Champs Elysees” XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX!

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Au Revoir and Oh La La. I’ll Be Back, Fresh and Renewed!

 The bags are packed! Well, at least one bag is finally packed! (With the exception of my small carry on—last minute stuff to pack). Fake Tan. Check. Fake hair. Check. (I have my priorities!)

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 Trust me, this bag has been opened and closed more times than Michelle Duggar’s legs! The packing is done!

The hair is cut and colored and blown out.

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Adam did a great job on the hair! It’s even withstanding the stinkin’ humidity!

Got a mani and pedi!

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I wanted to bring these Dr. Scholl’s with me but they aren’t broken in yet. I started to blister–but the toes look nice and polished!

We will be bringing Chippy to the dog sitter this evening.

Chippy giving me the look

I’m wishing we could take our little buddy!

Our plans for France?

Vintage air france ad

Funny. But I’ve NEVER had a meal like THIS on any flight! Then again, he traveled first class!  My only hope is Air France doesn’t strike any time soon!

 Honestly—there are no plans. Bonaparte has to tend to some family business in Paris and we’re just taking things easy!

Hopefully, after about a dozen attempts, I will finally visit Giverny. I’m not expecting anything though!

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I’m not making any wagers on visiting Giverny. After all, it’s become a tradition to see what pops up from preventing my visit to this lovely place!

I’ll let Paris be my guide—just hanging out and chillin’. But I’ll have lots to write about when we return home!

Paris Place Dauphine view from right side of streed to Pont Neuf

I can always be found here at Place Dauphine. People watching is great in this little square. Enjoy a meal; watch the locals play Boule; read a book–it’s always fun!

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Most love the Louvre. I get excited about the beauty products found at an inexpensive price at City Pharma on Rue du Four!  I LOVE this attraction store!

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Another famous Paris attraction discount shop is Sophie Sacs. I always pick up great bags. And the collection of Nat & Nin bags is epic.

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I’ll be sure to stop by the new flagship Nat & Nin boutique too!

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Daily exercise is all about walking from the apartment to the Marche St. Germain where I can get my favorite cheese and tend to groceries!

Paris Outdoor Marche Poule

Or I can get some great poultry at any one of the outdoor markets…or even…

Paris Outdoor Marche Poisson

beautiful fresh fish. I’m hungry already!

I’ll let the symphonic sounds of cicadas, frogs and the sea lull me to sleep in the South of France.

Theoule. Another Terrace View

We enjoy great dinners on the terrace of the apartment in Theoule. It is my version of paradise!

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We’ll take a drive to Estagnol and enjoy this little beach….

Cote d' Azur Flip Flops at Frejus beach

My flip-flops will even enjoy some fun in the sun!

Cote d' Azur. Cannes Docked Boat

We’ll also enjoy lazy strolls along the dock at Cannes! I’m telling you. This is a “do nothing” vacation!

It’ll be nice to just sit back, reflect on the first half of the year and just wash all the negativity away. The first half of this year may have been harrowing being jobless and all. But–from the bad comes the good. The good, or rather great thing, was that I was able to start this little blog and try to enjoy a laugh or two at my own imperfections!

It’s even nicer to know I’ve been able to make people laugh through my misadventures! But the nicest thing is knowing that there is a group of people who enjoy my writings and I’ve come to know as my friends! Thank you so much for reading an enjoying this blog. You have NO idea how happy you make me!

We are a little community and growing here in the world of Atypical60!

I’ll be back, and will be chock full of fun adventures! I don’t have a laptop so I can’t blog while I’m away and ATT is charging a fortune for internet access. Figures!

So, looks like everyone will be on vacation from me for a few weeks!

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Dayum!! I shudder at the thought of so many people being so happy that they are a vacation from me!  Nya ha ha. Like Arnold–I’ll be back!

Don’t forget about me! Hey, remember that song? Well, here it is!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX See you in a few weeks

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Forget the Village–It Takes a REAL Man! Duggar Male People–You Don’t Deserve To Be Called A “Man”!

Duggar, Duggar. Duggar. It’s just bothering me so much. The fact that the males in this family have to be so overpowering to the women just rubs me the wrong way.  They aren’t real men at all!

As the patriarch in a “Quiverfull”, fundie, Bob Gothardesque home, Jim Bob Duggar rules the roost. Actually a rooster probable rules his roost better than that creepy Jim Bob Duggar does.

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Here he is, pontificating his fake Christian beliefs again. Look how brainwashed Michelle is. He has her believing he’s superior to her!

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 Oops! He’s talking about giving pedophiles and molesters the death sentence! Ohhhhhhhh…what about your son Josh???  Are you gonna kill him? Is Michelle going to gaze at you all starry-eyed while you do so? 

Jim Bob dictates what his wife and daughters will wear. Modest clothing. Never pants or shorts.

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This fugly get up is probably too risqué for the Duggars.  The rips in the skirts are too revealing!  Or did Josh rip those shirts when he was trying to play with his sisters’ private parts?

Heaven forbid a peek at décolleté should eek out of a shirt—the horns of the devil would grow on the poor woman’s head!

It is also dictated, in the cult-like existence of the Duggars, that the girls will not have a career. The only purpose of a woman is to allow a man to play around with her private lady parts and to produce as many children as “god” allows!

Women have no authority. Women have no say. Women cannot have a career outside of the home. Women cannot attend institutes of higher education (unless it is a fake “Christian” college).

Why would a man treat a woman this way? Especially in America! America where we have freedom! Or do we? Not if you’re a woman under this fundie code!

In this America, where hundreds of thousands of military troops have given up lives and limbs and emotional health to protect us, the Duggar males and their ilk have made it a point to avoid the military, yet still pretend they are patriotic. They lie!

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 No Duggars. You are NOT true Americans.  True Americans believe in freedom for all. You hold your women and children prisoners.  You HIDE behind your false god.  Our country was not founded on religious fundamental ideology.

So I thought deeper. And realized that with Josh Duggar sexually molesting his very own sisters, and with the creep of a father that he has who lies and spews hate against everyone but his own cult members, these are not men. They are cowards.

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Josh sure had a big mouth when he was working in DC. He’s pretty quiet now!

Where is Josh Duggar anyway? This little snake who managed to get past his sisters’ modest dress (Note to Duggars—maybe the girls shoulda worn pants!) and molested them as well as a guest in their home, is now nowhere to be seen. Daddy and Mommy gave an interview. Two of his sisters have given interviews but Joshie seems to be like a lion in hiding.

In fact, his sisters, Jessa and Jill, are married to males who aren’t real men. How come these husbands didn’t speak out against Josh Duggar’s heinous crime against their wives?

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 I had high hopes for Derrick. He went to a “real” college and had a real job. He recently left his real job as a tax accountant for Walmart. He should have come to the defense of his wife and not remained silent. What a wimp!

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Ugh. Little Boy Ben. I see he attended the Jim Bob Duggar school of beauty. He has the same plastic hair.  Ben LOVES to bash Catholics, but yet, he won’t bash his incestuous brother-in-law, Josh.  He just enjoys being a Duggashian and wants the fame. Not a real man at all! Not even a real BOY!

Come out of hiding Josh, you cowardly lion!

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Josh–the cowardly lion who loves to clown around with his family–and not in a good way!

 The Duggar Males (notice I refuse to call them “men”) need to read my listing below as to how a real man truly behaves.

The Atypical 60 Guide to Real Men

A real man treats his woman, and the women and girls in his life with respect.

 A real man listens to what the women in his life have to say, and thinks about those words and respects her words.

 A real man encourages his daughters and/or spouse to be independent. To seek an education and to reach for the stars in a career or in whatever occupation she should have.

 A real man appreciates an independently thinking woman.

 A real man appreciates a woman who can debate and argue and stress her point without having to timidly back down.

 A real man trusts the women in his life.

A real man may not like the way the women in his life are dressing, but instead of demanding they dress differently, that real man will “kindly” suggest that perhaps something of a more refined silhouette would be more flattering! And then shrugs his shoulders and smiles when he realizes that the woman is going to dress whatever way she damn well pleases!

 A real man doesn’t demand. He suggests.

 A real man doesn’t control. He guides.

 A real man is a feminist because he believes that women should have equal rights and equal pay.

 A real man is in touch with his feminine side.

 A real man knows the art of the flirt or the fun repartee without crossing the boundaries into the vulgar or offensive

A real man will defend the women in his life to the end—not hide in their skirts!

 A real man enjoys his children and spends time with them, nurturing them and advising them in an intelligent, respectful and loving way.

My grandfather was a real man. He came here from Ireland with nothing. He took a risk. He met my grandmother, who had also emigrated from Ireland in NYC and they married, raised a wonderful family and lived a simple life.  When my grandfather became ill, due to an injury in WWI, he was cool with my grandmother working. My grandmother was the strength of the home and he was fine with it. He WAS a true feminist!

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Thomas Wynne, originally from Roscommon, Ireland. He was an original feminist! Isn’t this wedding picture of my grandparents great?? My grandmother’s headpiece is to-die-for!  Margaret Crowley Wynne–the strength of a new American family!

My father was a real man. He always told my brothers to treat all women and girls with respect and to never raise a hand to a girl or a woman. He also told my brothers if they EVER laid a hand on me or my sisters, there would be Hell to pay. He wasn’t kidding!

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My dad–his grandkids were his pride and joy!  He always had a great time with them!

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This was taken right before my dad passed away!  He’s up there with my Hipster Jesus now, looking down on us. I do believe he and Hipster Jesus make big wages during their Friday evening Poker Games!

 My father also told my sisters and me that if a guy ever raised a hand to us, to get him immediately. I have never, EVER witnessed my father treating my mother with disrespect. Nor did he ever treat me, my sisters, his sisters or his mother with disrespect.

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My dad put the message out at a young age to never EVER let a boy or male raise a hand to us or to treat us disrespectfully

He may have put the law down in connection with my wearing hot pants, but anything else I wore that he couldn’t stand just received an eye roll and a shake of the head.

My dad helped us with homework. He coached our teams. He, along with our mother, gave us a priceless set of values to live by. Those values were passed along to my own children.

So right now I would like to honor more of  the real men in and outside of my life!

My sons, Jake and Roman–Two of the finest examples of real men that I know!

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 My men, Jake and Roman. They treat me, Oona and all other women with the utmost respect.  They ARE real men! (l. to.r. Me, Oona, Jake, Roman)

 My brothers, Pete and Tommy–they have always been examples of great bros and are wonderful dads and husbands.  I couldn’t find a picture of my brother Tom, but he’s a true real man! Pete and Yanela

My brother, Pete, and my sis-in-law Yanela. The best couple!  He served our country in the Air Force—a real American!  He also has the greatest daughters whom he encourages to be their best!  Pete is the sweetest real man I know!

Bonaparte–The man who encourages me to reach higher. He listens to me and is generous to a fault!

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 Bonaparte! He cringes when I post his pics, but, like a real man–he knows that I’ll do what I want! Seriously. He truly is a real man. This was taken a couple of years ago in NYC! We were downtown at one of Roman’s gigs!

 Mark Ruffalo– He may not be in my life, but just the fact he is a feminist makes me love him!

Director Mark Ruffalo arrives for the screening of "Sympathy for Delicious" at the Sunshine Landmark theater on April 25, 2011 in New York City.     UPI /Monika Graff.

 

 Not only a real man, but what a handsome tabby!

 Nick Offerman—His character, Ron Swanson may be a guy’s guy, but have you ever heard the way Offerman speaks of his wife, Megan Mullally? He respects, loves, and basically adores her. It takes a real man to gush about his woman the way he does. Kudos to you Nick!

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Ron Swanson may be a man’s man–and a rather sexist one, but Nick Offerman is a total real man!

Chippy–My Doggie loves and respects me unconditionally! Need I say more?

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add to that–Chippy is extremely protective of me. No. Really. He is!

My Hippie/Hipster Jesus– He IS a real man. He friggin got nailed to a cross—not only for men, but for all us women! He was totally cool with Mary Magdalene and treated her kindly and respectfully when others flamed her. He treated his mother right! He’s smart. He forgives all right, but he’s nobody’s fool. His heavenly gates will slam on those who did nasty shit—like molesting. Hear that Joshie? Hipster Jesus can spot a hypocrite a smile away!

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The original ORIGINAL feminist and real man.  He’s nobody’s fool!

  Today, I give you “In My Life” by the Beatles. My ex-husband proved his real manliness by taking the time out of his day when the kids were younger to put them to sleep with this song as a lullaby! A ritual that the kids still remember! Thanks Al!

XOXOXOXOXOXO! Feel free to add to the real men guide!

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