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The Magic of Rondini..and Working the Soldes!

Posted on July 11, 2015 by Catherine

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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!

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!

My new Salome sandals. They are stunning and…

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

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!

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.

Ceiling dome at Galeries Lafayette!

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

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

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.

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!

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.

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!

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!

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.

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!

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!

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!

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!

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!

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.

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!

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!

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!

Posted on July 10, 2015 by Catherine

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

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 19^th 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!

Peek-a-boo! I see you!

Getting closer…..

….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!

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!

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

Fresh shrimp in a broth for me to start!

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

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

For dessert, Bonaparte went with a light sorbet..

…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.

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

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!

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!

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

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.

The little garden below the entrance to the apartment!

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

Welcome to the salon!

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!

The stairway from the apartment leading down to the ….

..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!

Cheese and saucisson started off most evening meals…

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.

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!

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.

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!

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!

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

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

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

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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

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!

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!

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!

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,

Charming little alcove in Antibes with wooden fishing boats!

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

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

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,

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

A view from atop Cabris

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

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

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

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

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. Nature porn!

Another view

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,

Entering Italy..

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

…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.

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

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

The three musketeers of St. Trop!

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

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!

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

Even the menus are adorable!

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!

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!

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!

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!

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

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

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?

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

Lookit!!! Wine at the marche!!!

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)

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!

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!

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!!!!

Posted in Antibes. Cabris. Casino Geant Hypermarche. Ephrussi de Rothschild Maison, Cannes, Cap Jean Ferrat, Cote d'Azur, L'Aiguille, L'Esterel, La Galere, Les Inconnus, Mediterrean Sea. St. Tropez, Theoule-sur-Mer | 16 Comments

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

Posted on July 7, 2015 by Catherine

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!”

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!

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 13^th 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!

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!)

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.

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!

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.

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!

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?)

Daniele’s office at Zazi films.

Me. Happy to be here….

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.

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

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

Interior view from top floor.

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

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!

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

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!

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!

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”.

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

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.

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.

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!

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

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

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

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!

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

Is this heaven on earth or what?

This little path leads from the house!

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

Isn’t it pretty?

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!

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;

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

my man Gustave Courbet’s paintings and many others.

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!

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

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!

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!

The Orsay is always a pleasure to visit..

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

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 6^th on Blvd. St. Germain. We walked along 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.

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.

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!

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!

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!

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

The charming proprietor of Sophie Sacs. Always welcoming!

…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!

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!

Posted in Anthony Bourdain, Bonnard, Daniele Delorme, Desgranges, E. Dehillerin, FNAC, Fondation Louis Vuitton, France, Giverny, Gustave Courbet, Henri LaTour, Joe Dassin, Manet, Monet, Paris, Place Dauphine Musee d'Orsay Dalloyau, Sophie Sacs | 17 Comments

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

Posted on June 12, 2015 by Catherine

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!)

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.

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

Got a mani and pedi!

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.

I’m wishing we could take our little buddy!

Our plans for France?

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!

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!

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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

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.

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

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

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

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!

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

Posted in Cannes, City Pharma, Nat & Nin Boutique, Paris, Paris France, Sophie Sacs, Theoule sur Mer | 14 Comments

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

Posted on June 11, 2015 by Catherine

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.

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

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.

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!

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.

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?

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!

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!

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!

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!

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

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.

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!

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!

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!

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!

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?

…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!

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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Toupee O’ The Mornin’ To Ya Ladies! Let’s Talk Fake Hair!

Posted on June 10, 2015 by Catherine

Be warned. My car was broken into last night and I’m waiting for the police to come. Ugh. My registration is gone. So are a bunch of my coveted French music CD’s. Quite a few cars in my neighborhood got broken into last night. I’m warning you because the photos I took of me look kind of sucky—whatever. I had to get that off my chest.

So–Good Morning!!! We’re gonna talk about fake hair today. Hairpieces. Wigs! Let’s dish…

A few years back, when I started to notice a significant loss of hair, I started to look for solutions. This was before that infamous plane ride when I read about Toppik. OK?

I always have a steady supply on hand!

Anyway, I had this brainstorm that wigs would help. So I ordered a simple little hairpiece that was attached to a headband. I ordered it from Wigs.com. I wore it a couple of times, but it just looked too “fake” against my real hair.

Wigs.com. A Great Place to Purchase Wigs and Hairpieces for Women

This loss was still bugging me so I went a bit bolder and ordered two of the Revlon “Scorpio” wigs. One in my natural color of black and one in a chestnut color. I wore my hair in a bob at the time, so I figured these would suffice.

Revlon’s wigs came in cute red boxes and wrapped in strong hair netting.

Revlon’s “Scorpio” wig. I liked my hair in a bob, but there was way too much maintenance involved. For a change up, I would wear this now!

I wore the wig for a weekend to visit my sister in Long Island. She thought I had gotten a keratin treatment to straighten my hair because it was so shiny. When I told her it was a wig she almost needed a diaper from laughing so hard.

Intimidated, the wig went back in the box.

Oops—the police officer is here. I’ll be right back…(Ok. Filled out a report. The officer was really nice. Tomorrow I’ll go to the fast tag place to get a replacement registration. It’s all good). Continuing where I left off..

Then I ordered a longer, shoulder length wig. It too, was way shiny. So into the closet it went. But I’ll tell you—the shoulder length wig—I like it. A lot!

I can’t remember the name of this wig, but it was under $100.00. Wearing it is making me miss my bangs! It’s just a bit too shiny!

On second thought–I’m going to spray this baby down with dry shampoo! This wig is great for those “bad hair” days! Whadya think?

Then I ordered a “Crown Volumizer” from Hair-Do. Hair-Do was a line from “Hair U Wear” that was developed by Ken Paves and Jessica Simpson. That being said, I thought this little volumizer would be a good fix.

I ordered this over five years ago. Revisiting this makes me glad I saved it!

Fact is, it didn’t work on my shorter hair. I could never get it just “right”.

None of the fake hair was ever trashed. I decided to keep it because my hair just kept falling out.

Although I’ve learned to disguise my loss with products such as Toppik and DermMatch—along with a great comb over, I decided to “revisit” the volumizer.

Along with Toppik, DermMatch is my other “go to” hair loss coverup!

Why? It’s because I LOVE big hair. That’s right. I’m a true Long Island girl. Big hair is beautiful and lush. And to tell you the truth, the fact that my crown area is no longer “big” bothers me. I still feel weird when I wear my hair down.

You can see that my crown is a bit on the flat side. ( I should have worn face makeup today)

I read that if you spray a hairpiece or wig with dry shampoo, it’ll dull the shine. I sprayed my crown volumizer with dry shampoo.

Suave dry shampoo. Less expensive than other brands and did the job!

It worked.

The dry shampoo really dulled the shine. And that’s a good thing!

Next, I played around with this little piece of synthetic hair. I finally figured out how to place it on my head and get the best effect.

It took some playing around, but once you find that happy spot, the clips stay nice and secured. For extra security, a couple of bobby pins can be used as well.

I sectioned my hair from the back of the crown and just above my ears. I pulled the sectioned hair into a high pony tail and clipped it to keep it out of the way.

I gathered the front section of my hair, and the hair above my ears and put it into a high ponytail..then…

Clipped the hair in place so I could see what I was doing. Hey. I’m no expert. LOL!

I then placed the piece more to the back of my crown and clipped it tightly into place with the four little clips.

Next, I took my hair out of the pony tail and combed the sectioned off hair over the volumizer.

Sorry that it’s out of focus, but see how well it blends?

Looks good! It blends well.

Here’s a side view. It really does blend pretty well!

Another back view. Looks nice and voluminous!

Here’s how it looks from the front. See–there’s volume but it isn’t exaggerated. It’s just enough! (Damn, I look like Hell today. Stress–it sucks!)

It looks even better when putting hair into a nice “Bardot” type pony tail. I like the volume on top!

I’m telling you–this little piece is amazing. I’m a bit upset, though, because I don’t think it is any longer available since the big “split” between Jessica Simpson and Ken Paves! I Googled and it doesn’t appear to be around. Now I’ll be on a mission to find another one!

See how good it looks from the side? You cannot even tell I have a lady “toupee” on! Ugh. Look at my roots. Thank goodness I’m getting my roots done Friday!

The volumizer is packed for my trip. I think I’ll use it for some extra “oomph” when we go out to dinner.

I’m also thinking of taking the longer wig too. I sprayed it down with dry shampoo and it is looking rather good!

I’m thinking of getting my New York on and tonight sitting out on my driveway in a lawn chair. Baseball bat in hand! Just in case any little bastids decide to break into my car again!

Look at this ad. Can you believe this? Um…I have a bridge to sell ya buddy! Only in the ’60’s folks!

I’ll stick to a wig!

My real hair used to be jet black—but my real dyed hair is black. My fake hair is black. Here’s Nick Cave singing about “Black Hair”! XOXOXOXOXOXOX

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Beauty IS The Beast! Atypical 60’s Guide to Packing Cosmetics–and Other Items Of Importance!

Posted on June 9, 2015 by Catherine

Bonaparte has been able to calm my anxiety down by demanding, insisting, kindly suggesting that I put all thoughts of my job search out of my mind until we return from France.

How selfish of him! He’s only suggesting this because he’s so afraid I’ll ruin our trip with my incessant worrying.

Ever the voice of reason, I have to admit that he’s right! So with a smile on my face, I’ll weather the gray, rainy weather we had last night and pump some serious sunshine into my otherwise cloudy spirit! And..in the words of the GREAT Oscar Wilde:

Now it’s time for me to concentrate on what’s really important—packing my cosmetics, and other miscellaneous items.

Figuring out what beauty products can be daunting. Forget “Beauty and the Beast”. Figuring what items to pack is more like “Beauty IS the Beast!”

Here’s how I look at it. I spend a small fortune on high-end foundation and makeup primer. When traveling, the good stuff is staying home. I’ll run to Walmart and pick up a bottle of L’Oréal True Match foundation. Back when I was going through my divorce, I had to scale back on the makeup. I was also a lot younger so I didn’t need as much “assistance” with the beauty products that I do now. Anyway, I really liked the True Match foundation. For the money, it was great! I was, if I can recall a “C-3″,” Cool Beige”. I’ll have to revisit because it’s been a long time since I wore this.

Look what I found at Walmart!

True Match in C-3 Cool Beige. Under 9.00, it’ll do fine. Chances are I won’t even be using it that much—just when we go out to dinner or someplace special.

C-3, third from the left! Look at the price. Honestly, when traveling, it’s wiser to bring drugstore brands!

Since I obsess about not having enough eyeliner, I purchased yet another NYC Color Liquid Eyeliner. The price went up to $2.97. I’m glad I hoarded these at the old price of $1.99! I also picked up brow pencils and sharpener. I can tight line with them.

I’m always losing sharpeners so I’ll TRY to keep this in my travel cosmetics bag! NYC Color has great and inexpensive eye liners and pencils.

Look at this mirror. I got it in the “Men’s Grooming” area. I’ll tell ya, Walmart is upping their game! Anyway, the magnifying power is a bit stronger and will work very well for plucking those pesky chin hairs that seem to pop up overnight!

This mirror will be great to help me see how crooked I’m applying my eyeliner. It’ll also be great for plucking those pesky chin lady whiskers. Note to self–get your lip waxed. ASAP! You’ll be called “sir” again if you don’t!

I’ll bring regular mascara rather than my lash extension kit. It’s just easier to pack.

I took this with me last year. There’s still plenty left because it stayed in my travel cosmetics bag. Yeah! I KNOW, I’m supposed to throw this out after three months. I like to think of make up the way people in the 1960’s thought of Maxwell House coffee. Good to the last drop! Waste whatnot! I’m using this!

I have my UD little Naked palette, which I love. The neutrals are fine and can be layered for a more intense effect for those times that we go out to dinner.

The mirror broke but the shadows are fine!

Even Chippy’s bite marks can’t make me throw this in the trash!

I also have my supply of lip glosses and blushes and bronzer at the ready and all packed. I’m NOT repacking–well, at least not until tomorrow!

DUPE ALERT!!! There is no way that I’m bringing my good $48.00 primer. The Hourglass Veil primer. I went through my “samples” of primer and the samples that I have are just too miniscule for three weeks. Look what I found. Hard Candy Primer. $8.00 and it is an exact dupe of the Hourglass Mineral Veil. For that price, the full-size is worth it! I have to say, I’m a bit pissed off that I spent a small fortune when I could have spent just eight bucks. Oh well, you live. You learn. Right???

hourglass veil on hand. Slightly more liquidy but when blended feels the same

Check this out. Here’s a pic of the pricey Hourglass primer. A dollup is on the right. It’s a bit more liquidy but when both primers are blended into my skin, they have the same texture and feel.

I had to use a stock photo of the tube because the photo I took was so out-of-focus, but look at the dollop on the right. It is not as liquid and more solid, but once blended you cannot tell the difference between the two primers. This is staying in my travel bag!

The Accessories.

I’m not big on jewelry. But when I travel, I refuse to bring with me any jewelry of worth. (Trust me; I don’t have much good stuff anyway!) I don’t need to worry about good earrings being lost or leaving something behind. My lesson was learned the hard way.

Some years ago, I had two really expensive gold chains that I wore constantly around my neck. I loved them. One was a dainty little cross and the other a plain thin gold chain. I went swimming in the sea and, after a rough and tumble time of playing in the water; I realized that my chains were not on me. Somewhere in the Mediterranean, a big fish had a nice American snack or those broken chains floated ashore and are in someone else’s hands—or on someone else’s neck right now.

I get the Walmart and Forever21 specials to bring with me.

Listen, nobody is going to come up to me and tsk-tsk me because of my “cheap” costume jewelry. If I lose these, who cares? Three necklaces for a buck????? All those hoops! I’m telling you, it’s the only way to go on a vacation!

Another cheapie from F-21!

I’ll bring a belt. Only to keep my jeans from falling down. NO. I haven’t lost weight but the jeans with “stretch” always seem to stretch out at the waistline. The belts can also work as an accessory for my t-shirt dresses.

Brown is my favorite neutral. This Old Navy belt was on sale and looks fine with jeans as well as the t-shirt and maxi dresses.

The Fake Tanners. Need I explain? We all know just how obsessive I am when it comes to fake tanners. Yes. They are packed!

I actually funneled some of this into an empty tube. It is a great moisturizer, BUT see how it says “Gentle Skin Darkener” rather than self tanner? It is a bit lighter but with continued use gives a nice hue to the legs and arms. Under five bucks at Walmart..and it smells like “Creamsicle”!

The Chargers. I have to remember to pack my chargers. My tablet is used only for the purpose of playing those dopey games like Cookie Jam and Candy and Soda Crush. It’s too much of a pain in the ass to get Wi-Fi overseas. At least for me it is.

Bonaparte HATES when I play these games. And when I tell him they relax me, he starts mumbling his disapproval in French. I KNOW what he is saying!

My phone needs to be charged too. Ever the helicopter mom, I still have the need to speak to at least one of the kids while away. That wonderful “jurisdiction” (I’m so Duggar), goes to my daughter!

Hair Rollers: Listen. My priorities are a bit different this time around. I’ve always treated myself to a couple of blow-outs while away. I’m cutting back due to my “situation”. I’ll have to DIY on the hair. Luckily we have extra blow dryers at Aunt Bonaparte’s!

Don’t judge. Rollers wrapped in paper towels give more volume to the hair that I lack! As long as I don’t walk the streets in Paris with these, I’ll be ok!

The Longchamp Bag: I’m not messing around with the bags while I’m away. This LC bag carries everything under the sun. It doubles as a beach bag. The brown color is pretty neutral. The only thing I cannot stand is that my phone always falls out of the useless little pocket—so I’m constantly searching for my phone within the mess that is in this bag.

This bag holds a ton of stuff. I keep the scarf tied in case I need to cover my hair..reminds me that I need to get my umbrella!

The Journals and pens: I swear to god, I could write a book about my trip adventures. Every year I journal my France trip. Every year I write more and more—usually about nothing; but it’s all there! I have volumes! It’s all good though, because if Bonaparte cannot remember what we did five or six years ago, I can go to any one journal, look it up and tell him what we did. Journals are great points of reference.

Not kidding. I have about 15 volumes of my journals. And yes, it does hurt to hand write all those words!

I wish I could find more journals like this. Little pockets were great for keeping papers and brochures in place!

My Satin Pillow Case: Hey. It follows me everywhere. The satin pillow case keeps my hair in better condition and keeps the style put!

Washed and all clean and ready to be packed…but wait…

Oh look! I tried to be so professional by taking photos of some of my makeup and using this pillow case as a backdrop and got black shadow all over! This goes in the laundry. I’m such a slob!

Back in the laundry. I tell you, the ONLY thing I’m perfect at is being a slob!

That’s it. For today. I need a mani-pedi.

Today’s song is so beautiful. I love ANY song that has an ethereal vibe. This is one of the most ethereal songs ever—and it’s related to my trip! Rufus Wainwright’s “Leaving For Paris”. XOXOXO Bisou!

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Two American Families: The Louds v The Duggars. And a Late ’60’s Make Up Kinda Vibe!

Posted on June 5, 2015 by Catherine

Happy Friday everyone! It’s been almost a week of gray skies, on and off rain, dropping temperatures, but I’m not complaining. I’ve been inspired to throw a load of laundry in the washer.

You know how one thing leads to another and before you know it your thoughts are wayyyyyy off course? Well…let me tell you something…

While doing my makeup this morning, I started to think back to the cosmetics I loved when I was a young teen and just being introduced to that wonderful world of beauty. Two brands that stick out in my mind were Yardley of London and Bonne Bell. I remember loving that pale lip look and the glimmer of the eye shadows.

Now that I’m older, I’m wondering–was Yardley’s “Wet Creams” a play on words for “Wet Dreams”? Who cares! I LOVED these pot o’ glosses and wish they would make a comeback (ohhhh another play on words?). Hey–doesn’t the model look like Marion Cottiard?

Thanks to Americana.com, I was able to once, again, enjoy this ad. I tried to channel the “Stop White” eye today!

I remember stinging cleansing my oily face with the incredible drying power of that magical Ten ‘O Six lotion.

I remember this ad so well because the model looked really pissed off. I’m guessing she was still feeling the sting of the Ten O Six lotion. It worked but it stung!

I ended up doing a bit of the retro makeup today. I applied a glimmery copper shade from my Naked 2 palette, and over it, a thick swipe of my Stila eye shadow in “Snow” a liquid white that is hard to come by.

Closest shadow to Yardley’s white Glimmericks. I love this so much I have a backup!

Tidy Whitey eye?

Very Sixties. Oui?

My quick mind had me applying the white shadow to my lips, with a pink gloss over it.

Jean Shrimpton’s pale lips…….

…my efforts at the same. I had to multitask the Stila “Snow” and apply it to my lips before using a pink gloss on top of it. Why don’t they just make that ’60’s kind of pale lipstick anymore?

Very 1960’s. Don’t you think?

I REALLY have to see my eye doctor. My eyes just won’t straighten out these days. Ouch!

Ok..so here’s where my train of thought really runs wild. All that retro makeup made me think of the late 1960’s then on to the early 1970’s. THEN, the Loud Family popped into my mind.

Yes. The Loud family of PBS’s infamous documentary series, in actuality, the first reality series ever televised. The series, “An American Family”, covered the lives of parents Pat and Bill Loud and their children Lance, Grant, Kevin, Delilah and youngest daughter, Michelle.

The iconic “American Family”, The Louds. This was TRULY a reality show that every family could relate to. They were just like us–far from perfect!

“An American Family” had cameras following the everyday life of this upper-middle-class family for seven months in in 1971. The show was aired almost two years later. During that controversial programming, Lance, the eldest son came out as gay; he was the first person on television to openly do so. During the months filmed we also witnessed Pat ask for a separation from her husband Bill.

Lance Loud (RIP), right, with Andy Warhol. Lance Loud was one of the sweetest, loveable and charming people I’ve ever seen on TV. He paved the way and should always be remembered!

We cringed with embarrassment and felt some voyeuristic guilt watching the all-to –real lives of this family unfold.

Youngest daughter, Michelle and mom Pat engaging in serious conversation whilst being filmed. No sugar coating. Just real talk!

But you know what? They were REAL! Bill and Pat drank. They smoked. They argued. The kids had normal teen issues.

Grant, the cutest, had a band—and on one of the episodes he covered The Kink’s “Apeman”. I’ll never forget that because I’m a die-hard Kinks fan and crushed on Grant!

The famous “Apeman” episode. I always loved this episode because mom Pat was hanging out smoking while Grant was singing. It was just incredibly touching to me.

Pat Loud engaged with her kids. The doors of communication were open. She actually “hung” with the kids! Pat Loud was a great mom!

The camera showed pimples and messy hair and all the physical imperfections the family had. We could relate.

The Louds didn’t pontificate about religious ideologies. They didn’t spread hate or bigotry. This was about the intertwining of a family. They were no more dysfunctional than many of us. We could relate and that is why they were so intriguing and interesting.

Newsweek may have called them “The Broken Family”, but in my mind, they were a hell of a lot more real than the crap that is called “reality” today! I loved this family!

The Loud family went about their lives fully aware of life’s issues and worked those issues out themselves. They didn’t need Jesus to help them. Instead they used the minds and consciousness that Jesus gave them. (Note—to my Atheist friends, I’m not dismissing you. I’m comparing to the Duggers. Don’t be offended. Please.)

Cool Jesus, most likely looked down from above and appreciated the fact that the Louds worked out their own issues–giving THIS guy a break!

The Louds treated life like a chipped class. We’re all like a chipped glass and either have to live with those chips or try to fix them ourselves.

Then we have the ever-self-righteous and fake “Christian” Duggars of “19 Kids and Counting.”

19 Kids and Counting How Many Others Josh molested!

We are all well-aware of the way this hypocritical family sugar-coats life. On air, they appear perfect. They never say a bad word against any of their family members.

With no mind of her own, she has to look to her barbaric husband if she wants to talk..who’s the boss?

Why, even in the present state of the Duggar affairs, they refuse to say anything against the actions of their son Josh.

Wow! Like father, like son. Like Mother-In-Law, like Daughter-In-Law! Joshie’s wife, Anna, has that same look as Michelle does. Ya think Josh learned MANY ways to put a woman in her place from his daddy?

It’s funny though, as much as this family uses sweetened language, I’ve never heard any of them use the word “love” in describing their feelings toward each other. They use the word “awesome” instead.

That’s so awesome!

The Duggar family doesn’t go through “stressful” times. They go through “seasons”.

Oh sweet hateful Jesus no! The Duggars don’t go through THESE musically evil seasons…

I don’t think they go through this pretty image of The Four Seasons either. Come to think of it, I don’t know WHAT the hell kind of seasons they go through!

The Duggar kids don’t suck teeth and eyeroll when they perform their “juristictions”, better known as “chores”. Actually, the Duggar children have every right to suck teeth and eye roll because “jurisdictions” is the spin on chores that the parents gave them so that lazy Mommy Michelle Duggar could get out of housekeeping.

Momma Dugger looks like she’s been through one rough season here! Oh. It’s the season of lying that I’m assuming she went through!

Say. What does she do anyway? Besides play with Jim Bob’s private parts, do you think she locks herself in the bathroom and smokes and drinks booze? After all, her Jesus saves, so maybe her Jesus can save her!

Personally, I think Michelle would rather have a stiff one of these rather than have a stiff Jim Bob!

They have been all over the news lately trying to downplay the fact that their son, Josh, sexually molested some of his sisters. I refused to watch these bozos trying to do their best at damage control, but have read and seen some of the interview on the internet.

They blame police for having an agenda against them. They blame girls for not dressing modestly enough. They pontificate about all the evils of the world. The call transgenders and gays child molesters but they don’t blame themselves or their son for his vile actions. They are NEVER accountable!

As I’ve stated in a previous post, my hippie/hipster Jesus may forgive Joshie, but he sure as shit ain’t gonna let him into Heaven:

Josh Duggar’s Final Judgement

So. What say you? Who wins the battle of the “real” and “honest” families?

MY vote is with the still-relatable Loud family of the first-ever reality show. “An American Family”. Quite possibly one of the greatest TV shows to ever hit the air!

Years later, dad Bill and son Grant still make a happy picture…

And the ever-classic Pat is hanging with daughter Delilah. Note to self-Delilah and I are the same age. Find out what beauty products she uses because she looks awesome!

I’m off to obsess about 1960’s makeup and The Kinks—AND Grant Loud singing “Apeman”. I’ll watch the you tube clip all day long.

For your pleasure, a clip of Pat Loud hanging with Grant–and he’s singing “Apeman”. Oh the memories……..XOXOXOXOXOX!

Enjoy the weekend everyone!

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Here We Go Again! Packing the Essentials. And Repacking. And Repacking. Oh. And MORE Repacking!

Posted on June 4, 2015 by Catherine

In a little over a week, Bonaparte and I will be back on his home turf—Paris.

This is as close as I will ever be to the Eiffel Tower. I’m not kidding. Too many people for my comfort level!

Then we’ll head off to the South of France.

It’s a quick ferry ride from Ste Maxime to St. Tropez and we get to visit Bonaparte’s dad–Bonaparte Sr.!

We’ll be away for a while and that’s cool—the trip will be good for me. I’ll be able to go to Aunt Bonaparte’s office and keep up my job search online. I figure while Bonaparte is tending to some family business, I can tend to my employment search. Perhaps I’ll even be able to apply for positions in American companies that have offices in Paris!

I’ll be job searching from this office..and cursing the European keyboards where the letters are placed differently!

Anyway, one of the things that I love when in France is the way Bonaparte’s personality changes. He is just so relaxed and loose when he’s “home”. Under normal circumstances here in the States, Bonaparte is a very quiet man. He observes. He is a man of few words.

But when in Paris! Wow! He laughs! He cracks jokes! He engages in extremely animated and lively conversation with family and friends. Sometimes he forgets that I am an American and rambles to me in French. I gently remind him that, although I can pretty much understand what he is saying, it’s hard for me to reply!

It’s all good.

With one exception.

Packing.

For him it is an easy task. He usually packs a couple of days before we leave.

My suitcase has been opened and closed for over a month now.

Earlier this morning. Everything gets thrown around while I pack and repack. This will be a familiar scene every day for the next week!

I keep reassessing. Mostly because two separate groups of clothing are needed. One group of clothes is for our stay in Paris. The other in the Côte d’ Azur. Maybe I get all “weirded out” over packing because I’m still, after many years, pinching myself that I’m actually going to France.

I’m not a jet-setter.

I’m no jet-setter, but I’m thankful and appreciative of the trips I do get to take!

My background is strictly blue collar, working class.

When we were kids, our vacation was to the “Police Camp” in Tannersville, NY. It was a fun filled week spent in the “country” with other families of NYC police officers.

The Police Recreation Resort aka “The Police Camp” in Tannersville NY. A great place where NYC Police officers and their families were able to kick back and enjoy. It was always fun to see my mom play Volleyball like a pro!

My poor mother had to deal with packing wardrobes for four kids (this was before our youngest brother was born) and both she and my dad. Whew!

For me, packing can be a daunting chore.

A disaster of a scene, I must say. Everything gets all unorganized, I get flustered and nothing gets accomplished!

Oh, it isn’t the mulling over choices of clothing, it’s trying to compact two sets of clothing into one to mix and match and interchange. Basically, I hate carrying suitcases around and don’t want to pay an extra charge if my suitcase is too heavy.

To tell you the truth, my damn beauty supplies and toiletries weigh more than the clothing!

I still have to review my make up. This shit weighs more than my clothing!

As of today, I’ve narrowed my suitcase to:

1 pair of GAP 1969 indigo skinny jeans. 1 pair of white skinny jeans.

The white jeans are from Uniqlo and are a great fit. The weather in Paris is usually cool and rainy when we arrive so the jeans will be perfect. I have to remember my umbrella!

1 pair black point pants from Lilly Pulitzer

Actually, these black pants won’t be packed. I’ll wear them on the plane. I’ll also wear my Kut from the Kloth denim jacket, a white t shirt and this scarf. The complete ensemble is hanging in my closet.

1 Gray Old Navy T Shirt Dress. 1 Black Old Navy T Shirt Dress

These dresses are the best dresses ever. I paid $15.00 for each dress and the fit is incredibly flattering. Both can be dressed up a bit for a fancier restaurant dinner, and….

..both are now rolled securely in my suitcase. Ugh. I can spot Chippy’s hair on the black dress!

1 gray Loft Maxi Dress.

I can wear the gray maxi with the denim jacket for cool days and alone when I’m in the South.

1 pair of chartreuse shorts from Loft . 1 pair of White shorts from Old Navy

I gained so much weight that I had to size up to a 10. I’m so ashamed–not really!

1 stripped boat neck pullover shirt from Uniqlo.

This’ll go with my jeans and shorts. Very versatile–and the fit is very nice!

2 scarfs that can double as cover ups at the pool and beach.

I need to iron these scarfs, but they can multitask as pareos when I’m at the beach and pool!

1 lightweight paisley scarf to cover turkey neck.

1 tan linen blazer from J. Crew Factory

1 J. Crew Factory tunic/beach coverup

Light as a feather and looks fantastic paired with my white shorts!

6 Old Navy fitted T shirts in white, 4 fitted t shirts in black, 2 fitted t shirts in navy, 1 fitted t-shirt in gray. (I’m obsessed with these shirts.)

This pic was from a post maybe two months back. THIS is how I obsess!

2 belts (both brown leather)

3 bathing suits (all two pieces)

1 pair lounge pants

Bras, panties. 2 really pretty matching bra/panty sets for travel time.

Beauty products and toiletries.

Books.

I’m looking forward to some extreme beach reading. Oona told me I REALLY need to read “Where’d You Go Bernadette” because the main character reminded her of me. I’ll judge that!

That’s it for three weeks. I will be able to do laundry since we’ll be in apartments. Maybe I should still pare this wardrobe down a bit. I’m being OCD.

I still have to throw in shoes and flip flops. I’m good with that. I’ll wear my black Repettos on the plane. I’ll be able to wear the Repettos for going out to dinner so I won’t bring heels. I’ll bring my navy Dr. Scholl’s…the shoes, I’ll figure out.

I’ll just wonder how many more times I’ll open and close that suitcase!

And all is calm and neatly packed and organized until tomorrow–or later tonight–or this afternoon!

Today’s song is more of a mix. I found this little film on You Tube of the Police Camp. It made me cry because of the great memories! Enjoy. It’s very sweet! XOXOXOXO!

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Move Over Moses! Here’s MY Commandments! Atypical 60’s Rules to Live By!

Posted on June 3, 2015 by Catherine

Alright. I’ll admit, I’m a bit hungover today. A bit too much of the bubbly on a week night and some Côtes de Provence does not a chipper gal make in the morning! But I had my moments of pity last night. I got fired from a job, so I got lit on the bubbly!

On a Tuesday night? Well, only when one loses her job….

..and I put quite a dent in this too!

It was great to whine to Bonaparte too! I found out that he is actually happy that I got fired. He wasn’t happy with the establishment and never felt comfortable with my working there.

My daughter, Oona, called and was a huge comfort to me. She works for an incredibly large corporation. She explained that in the truly professional world, it takes time to learn the ins and outs of the sale. She reiterated that it can take months to perfect and feel comfortable in the sales area. She so said that she will be looking out for positions for me.

So, I may have been tipsy, but I started to feel much better.

This morning I was able to once again, enjoy my morning cup of coffee in bed rather than at my makeup desk! But when Bonaparte and I hit the grocery store a bit later, I got a little weepy. That’s gonna happen, and it’ll be ok.

Cleaning and organizing made me feel better and more purposeful.

Ain’t nothin’ like a clean bathroom counter!

Chippy isn’t leaving my side.

Chippy’s been on the floor, at my side for the past 24 hours!

My girlfriend Mary Beth and I have made lunch plans for next week.

No school lunch for us! We’ll be having a long mommy meal!

My girlfriend Becky has given me a lead on a job in Philly.

I faked-tanned my legs.

I need a pedicure, but can you see the line of fake tan demarcation? It’s perfect!

And I also decided to list my rules to live by. My personal version of The ~~Ten~~ Eleven Commandments.

Moses, honey, ya left one out–it’s OK, I added the Eleventh!

1. Be true to yourself.

(I am who I am and won’t ever change for anyone! What you see is what you get. Don’t like it? Move on).

This is who I am (without foundation, might I add), and I ~~cannot~~ will NOT change!

2. Treat others the way you want to be treated.

(This is the one rule I taught my kids and have lived my life this way. Sometimes it can be hard, but for the most part, it’s an easy rule to go by. I always try to be kind and just generally nice to people. We’re on this earth for a short time so we can at least be nice to each other).

3. Dream and dream big. But try not to be delusional.

(I’m a dreamer. No doubt about it—and I sometimes get lost in my dreams. And sometimes I cross over the boundary from dream to delusion. Oh yes! I need to realize that I will never become the female version of Anthony Bourdain, nor will Bourdain call me up and ask me to work and write for him.

Delusion Number One: Tony Bourdain does NOT want you to work and write for him. Not now. Not ever. Never!

I also need to realize that Debi Mazur will NOT bump into me when I’m in Brookyn and say “Oh, will you be my best friend?”.

Delusion Number Two: Debi Mazur will never want to be my bestie. If I stalk her, she will personally kick the living shit outta me. Oh–and she can, and she will!

Un unh. In addition, when I’m in Paris, I need to stop stalking hunting down Ina “Barefoot Contessa” Garten and her husband Jeffrey. They will NOT accept my dinner invitation to join us at the apartment. She will run away calling after the gendarmes to lock me up in jail.

Ina and Jeffrey live in the same area that we stay in. I cover the Sixth in search of her. I will end up in French jail if I stalk her–but maybe she can bring me a meal!

Speaking of my Paris delusions, I will not meet Christian Clavier at Bonaparte’s Aunt’s “Zazi Films” office. Clavier will not ask me to play his well-rounded, cross-eyed, funny-as-hell American wife in his pretend movie about a Frenchman who meets a zany American woman and marries her. I have lots more dreams into delusions, but I’ll stop for now)

Bonaparte’s aunt, Daniele, will have me booted out of the office if I don’t behave…..

…and Christian Clavier looks like he’s already had enough of me. Oops! I’ll just go back to dreaming!

4. Like, love and enjoy many. Trust few.

( Yup. I DO like a lot of people. As bad as they can be, I do try to dig through the layers to find the good in people. I need help in the trust department.

Can’t help it–I love lots of people!

My ability to be too trustworthy has gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past. A LOT!

I need to be less trustworthy…but not too much less!

Seriously, I’ve been like that all my life. You know the senior superlatives in high school? Well, I got “most gullible girl” AND “dizzy dame”. Yeah. I need to work on that. At 60!)

5. Accept people for who they are.

(You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Nor can you teach someone to change who they are. Acceptance is beautiful. Why, I even accept the evil, fake Christian, hypocritical, gay-hating, bigoted Duggar family. I accept them for what they are—total shitbags!)

Well, maybe you CAN teach an old dog new tricks! But you need to accept people as they are! Even the bad and evil ones!

6. Always wear nice underwear—especially whilst traveling.

(My mother, God rest her soul, brainwashed, ingrained this into my head at an early age. I swear the ONE time I had holey panties and a stretched out bra on, I suffered a bathroom accident. Yes. I ended up having a bunch of stitches in my head AND my bottom lip sewn back together! The ambulance crew came to bring me to the hospital and I was mortified that my underwear was so disgusting! I learned my lesson. And when I travel I ALWAYS wear pretty matching bras and panties. Really! If I get into a horrific accident and my body is cut in half, the recue people will be able to piece my top half to my bottom half by matching my pretty underwear!)

The belly and thighs may runneth over as well as my cups, but I’m still going to wear the pretty underwear–just in case!

7. Never covet your friend’s Louboutin’s or Louis Vuitton Bags.

(Don’t hate on your friends if they have something you want and cannot afford. It isn’t nice and isn’t worth being jealous over. Instead, pray that you wear the same shoe size and may be able to borrow those shoes for a fancy event. Same thing with Louis. Save your dollars—but whatever you do, DON’T buy a fake—and don’t buy a Michael Kors rip-off of the LV “Neverfull” bag. It’s tacky and Kors is the biggest copycat designer of all time. It’s wrong. Instead, check out Nat & Nin bags. Click on the link below! I’m a fan and treat myself to Nat & Nin when I’m in France!

Nat & Nin

The Nat & Nin bags are made of soft leather and are a bargain in France compared to LV. Besides, nobody else here in the States except a few who are familiar with Nat & Nin, will be using one. You will be tres cool!)

Don’t be hating on a friend who has one of these LV bags. Save up for the little one…

But hope your bestie owns a pair of Loub’s. And hope you are the same shoe size. And hope she lets you borrow them!

8. Love yourself.

( I’m not talking in porno or dirty way. I’m talking in a respectful way. If you don’t love yourself nobody else will. It’s easy to get down on yourself and think “Oh, I’m a loser, blah, blah”, but it will only make you miserable and will make everyone around you miserable. Realize you are the best you that you can be, accept your flaws and faults. Look into your soul and see how beautiful you really are!)

9. Laugh at yourself—at least once a day.

(This is very important. It seems that everyone these days is so easily offended and that political correctness rules. Screw that shit! If someone “craics” an Irish joke, I can laugh at it. If I’m having an “especially extreme cross-eyed day”, I’ll laugh it off because I’m doubling my pleasure by seeing two of everything! I’ll even laugh at my own jokes—mostly because I’m the only one who thinks they’re funny…)

Laugh at your jokes or laugh at yourself when you make a funny face! Hmmmm. Maybe I laugh a lot because I always look funny! Hahahahahahaha!

10. Keep Away From Negative People.

( The people who are in a constant state of negativity are those whom I need to steer clear of. People who bitch and complain about everything under the sun. No restaurant is good enough for them. Instead of focusing on good personality traits in others, they focus on the bad. Their way is better—your way is just wrong. Ugh. I cannot allow others to drag me down in the mud with them!)

Smile!

(Smiles are infectious! Even on a bad day or after a bad cry, a bit of a smile always brightens up the old spirits!)

Smile! I love you!

That’s it! Feel free to add your own rules to live by and we can make the world a better and happier place!

XOXOXOXOXO!

I know it’s cliché, but I must add this catchy song today! “Happy” by Pharell!

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