Sunday, April 15, 2012

French Kissing

I overheard this snippet of conversation from my daughter. "……so Hugo said he's going to kiss Marie with his tongue but not his mouth". WTF! She's only 9! All kinds of alarms are going off in my head, but at the same time it made me laugh my butt off.
Then I started to think about French Kissing. Apparently the term dates back as far as 1730. So here we have a woman who gets kissed by a Frenchman who slips in a little tongue action. The young lady thinks to herself "so this is how the French kiss!" She immediately tells all her friends, et voila! French Kissing is born.
I tried to imagine it with other nationalities but none convey the same excitement. Except Spain maybe. Spanish Kissing. Nope, I must be thinking of Spanish Fly. How about Swedish kissing, German kissing, Japanese kissing, Sri Lankan kissing? No, no, et non! It only works with French. But back to our demoiselle. How was she being kissed before, the poor thing? And did that kiss lead her down a path of debauchery and decadence? I hope so.
There is something that intrigues me, though. How is it that the French were nominated as masters in the art of Kama Sutra tongue manoeuvres when they can't even manage the "th" sound? "Ze cat is out of zee bag". See what I mean?
I'm married to a Frenchman. A vrai Parisien. I know the answer but I never kiss and tell.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Groundhog Day

My birthday is on Groundhog Day and like those fat furry little creatures, I disappear to hibernate for the winter. This year I certainly must have seen my shadow for I remained in my burrow for well past the traditional 6 extra weeks. I regretfully spent that time wallowing in self-pity for numerous reasons but in the end none of them are really worth it. My life could be much worse than I sometimes imagine it to be, so shame on me for complaining.
Spring is taking her time this year in France. Mid-April and I've yet to hear a cuckoo in the forest. For me, the arrival of the cuckoos is the official start of spring. However, I can't listen to them without remembering  the first time I ever heard one , I thought my neighbors had a malfunctioning clock that went off about 18 times several times an hour.
But even though Spring and the cuckoos are late, flowers are everywhere and the forest is turning greener every day. I was actually able to see this at very close range on Easter Sunday, having been face down on the ground after my horse, ahem, dislodged me from the saddle. I'm spending the next two weeks in a full leg brace while the ligaments in my knee mend. Merde!
I hobbled around the garden today seeing which plants survived the harsh winter and long frost. 

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Do Not Disturb

The next two weeks of my life.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Drunk Texting

I would like use that as an excuse for last night but I only had one glass of wine. All I can say is '85 Médoc kicks ass. I was all over the place! Or maybe it was the acme of a mood swing. Also, I was excited as a puppy (minus the piddling) to see people other than my close friends, reading my blog. Tonight is different. I spent a quiet evening painting with my neighbor and partner-in-crime. Right now I'm working on Don Diego de la Vega and the others are almost finished. I paint by the glaze method so most paintings take a few months


Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A Warning About Blog Viruses

I can hardly believe it's been almost a month since I last posted. I got caught up in the holiday rush as usual and I also may have been ill. I'm not sure. Let me explain.   Just before Christmas  I was visiting a wonderful blog, Dordogne Quilter, and I think I picked up a virus while scrolling through the pages. I was happily reading about her collection of vintage Singer machines and suddenly started to feel a bit woozy. After that, things were very hazy but when my head cleared a few days later, THIS was sitting on my table
When I look at it  I have confused flashes in my mind of Dordogne Quilter trying to justify to her hubby the need of more than one sewing machine,  memories of my grandma's quilt which disappeared about 40 years ago (and which I've always sworn to remake), a nice old man who needed help clearing out a house, and the sound advice of my friend at One Gals Trash who told me, " never, ever differentiate between want and need". I'm back to my old self now and have tended to this lovely Singer 15-125. I took her apart, lubricated her, and now she just purrs. Hmmm, that almost sounds like script from a bad porn flic. This little beauty will sew through anything you can get under her foot, including leather. Now I'm sooo glad I won the tug of war with hubby as he was trying to haul my tattered club chair out  to the sidewalk a few months back.  This brings my total of vintage sewing machines to 4. (I guess I really am ill)  Maybe hubby won't notice it but he's becoming suspicious of my old standby of  "Oh, I've had that for years". My friend Christine in Canada does this to her husband with animals. I'm not talking just cats and dogs. It's ponies, goats and chickens too .I believe the last incident involved him finding a sheep she was trying  hide in the bathtub or something like that, but I tend to exaggerate
Okay,  now I'm on a roll and that glass of lovely '85 Médoc is starting to kick in so I'm going to make a quick presentation of eveything else I picked up between Christmas and now, ( the wine is definitely at work, I've just made about 8 typos getting that last sentence out).
This next item is causing a bit of a problem because I didn't think about the fact that I can't just slide/hide it under the bed. But isn't it just the bee's knees?

And all the rest.
Art Deco coffee/tea set with bakelite handles.

Old key rack
Copper butter molds
Crystal cake stand
Petit fours stand
Art Deco perfume. The fragrance is still intact!
A '70's Lanvin dress, a brocade evening coat, a fur stole

Vintage cigarette paper dispenser and a lovely bushel basket that is printed with the name "Mussy".

I also found a  leopard print rabbit fur jacket but it is hideous beyond belief with raccoon tails on the underside of the sleeves and a huge fox tail on either side of the lapels. You want to see it anyway, you say?

Daniel Boone meets Sheena of the Jungle.