In A Lather

My mother used to make hand-crocheted slippers. They looked like the shoes worn by the Jolly Green Giant. Truth be told, I was not a big fan of those little slippers. They looked too home – made and crafty and I had become too sophisticated, somehow, to be impressed by crafts. My mother made many a…

Love?

 Scattered among the many thousands of locks of love on the Pont des Arts in Paris, there is a dark reminder.

Love Builds A Bridge

I’m back in Paris, but only for a couple of weeks.So sad, I know. I’m staying in the 6th arrondisement, which puts me near Pont des Arts. I’ve crossed this wonerfully whimsical bridge both today and yesterday, on my way to Le Louvre.Couples write their names and the date on locks and attach it to…

2011….How I Loved You

I know I’m a few days late but Happy New Year to all. I needed a few extra days to process the year that was. Of course, I have no idea what 2012 has in store. But, if it’s anything like what 2011 was for me personally, I’m game. Although I am going to make…

Many Happy Returns

Happy me-day as I like to say. I know it sounds self centered but, I don’t care. The lead up to this birthday was kind of difficult for a number of reasons but it turned out to be a wonderful day. I received a pretty floral arrangement from a dear friend who is currently in Paris (jealous…

Locks Of Love

I know it looks garish but if you don’t know; you better ask somebody!

To The Point

Says it all…don’t you think?. stop sending me flowers; take me you fool

No Ordinary Love

Sweetest Taboo There is nothing better than the stunning decadence of French life. There is one universal truth about the French; they love a little something sweet. Let me rephrase that. They LOVE chocolate. I partook in the decadence as much as seemed appropriate (that would be a whole lot). It’s important for a visitor…