Crème Brûlée to Start the Day
Because I’m a grown up I can do whatever I want. This includes eating crème brûlée for breakfast in France. But being a grown up doesn’t mean I know how to do stuff (properly). Therefore, shit things like this might have happened on a spring morning in the French countryside…
French Life Friday: Village Markets in France
I should have worn a bonnet with a sturdy strap to help keep my jaw closed – the market is a sensory delight, sure to overwhelm even those with the most sluggish sense of adventure. Sure, at a French market you’re likely to find fresh produce, textiles and housewares, but to say shopping is the ...
Chakra Update: the Home Stretch
Since my super natural chiropractor can ‘see’ things, I decided to prepare while I waited. I stretched a little and pretended to see my aura. With my hands I ‘moved’ the light around so it seemed balanced and colourful and bright. It was my last-ditch effort to look like I had been healing and improving ...
French Life Friday: boutique Flamant in Paris
Paris: In the delightfully sun-dappled square Place de Furstemberg can be found a home furnishings store like no other…
Hairy Breadcrumbs. {Or, How to Know You’re On-Target in Life}
“Writers don’t make any money at all. We make about a dollar. It is terrible. But then again we don’t work either. We sit around in our underwear until noon then go downstairs and make coffee, fry some eggs, read the paper, read part of a book, smell the book, wonder if perhaps we ourselves ...
le premier: “French Life” Fridays
Seeing how I am obsessed with France and all things French and how I take an excessive amount of photos whilst I’m there… and how I stash away others’ photos into folders and onto Pinboards that have any hint of France to them… Why not declare Fridays as French Life Fridays? A swell idea, I ...
A Glamorous Monk guest post on SheroldBarr.com
A most charming invitation arrived a few weeks ago… The very lovely Sherold Barr asked if I would write a guest post for her blog at www.SheroldBarr.com. I blushed. Of course, I would be delighted.
Tripping into Ecstacy.
Are my eyes glazed over? I quietly wonder to myself (or, wait a sec, am I talking out loud?).
Toast and Other Miracles in France
I haven’t felt like writing. Still, I don’t, and yet I am compelled. Here it comes… almost as though I don’t have a choice. There is a pain in my chest like when I swallow a French fry
Excusez-moi, did you just call me a flâneuse?
She could’ve just as easily been wearing a dirty burlap peasant dress and pointing her crooked skinny finger at me, spitting and sneering, “Boo! Boo! Rubbish! Filth!” like in the movie ‘The Princess Bride’. But it’s not quite like that; she’s wearing a coral pink cardigan and clear nail polish instead. Anyway…
Concrete Doesn’t Bend & Other Wisdom.
Yesterday I was given some stapled papers that supposedly contain a new way to do a business plan – it’s designed for those of us who shudder at the very mention of the idea of drafting such a document.
Chakra Update: Less Screwed. Hooray!
Back to my super natural chiropractor I went. A month or so ago she helped me clearly identify some screwed-up-ness which was mostly to do with my solar plexus chakra. That’s the “yellow one” at the centre, that place in your very core where the puke feeling flares up. It’s also called your power centre ...
Infested by Spiders
Gross. They’re coming from all over the place. They’ve found my website and are crawling around everywhere. I’m talking about the little autobot spider things that cull the web. Supposedly it’s a good thing for Google to have ‘indexed’ your pages – it means others can find you easier. You show up on search engines. ...
How to Trick a Perfectionist
Some people call themselves a Perfectionist like it’s a good thing. They lament this ‘horrible’ fact, but I think secretly they’re proud. I, however, have learned that it fully sucks. It seems the road to recovery from Perfectionism is a daily trek. Along the way I’ve learned that I have a razor sharp fine-tuned penchant ...
{La Vie en Rose: Paris} Roses Costes Boutique.
Since my heart dwells in Paris, I might as well begin sharing my favourite spots in the City of Light, non? Whilst wandering the luxe Rue Saint Honoré
Tarot lady said I’m very fertile. Uh-oh.
Patricia, the tarot lady gives me a hesitant look before divulging that come January/February I will be very fertile. Oh, really? Who knows if she suspects I’m not into having babies or if she can see that secret in my cards, but either way, she warns me. I don’t bother trying to hide my displeasure. ...
What the hell is a béchamel? Fear boils up in the Kitchen
Chef Dave claims, “All you have to do is…” and then follows with a whirlwind of chopping, slicing and scraping All-Clad pans across searing gas flames. Grapeseed oil is sizzling and I’m told that shallots ‘want to get moving’ in the pan and never at too hot a temperature. My own temperature is sky-rocketing as ...
My How to Become a Writer in 21 Days Experiment: Oh, I changed the rules.
I can change the rules. It is my experiment after all. In fact, I don’t even have to keep doing the experiment if I don’t want to… do I?
Spirit of a Space
To capture the essence of a space… to interpret its Spirit is the real task. To render the true sparkle of a chandelier… or the sunlight streaming through silken drapes… perhaps this can only be mastered by the stoke of an artist’s brush. Artist Jeremiah Goodman sees the life of a room dance across his ...