From about the age I could walk, I chose to wear high heels. I was a huge fan of rings (‘wings’ I would call them because I couldn’t pronounce my ‘r’s’) necklaces, big bows for my long blond hair (that has changed!), and ‘bwack shoes.' Strangely, this all changed when I got to second grade. I was no longer into skirts and dresses, I wanted to wear t-shirts and sneakers. I chose sports over beautifying myself in front of the mirror. High school and College didn’t help matters, as sports and low-key environments kept me in sweats and ponytails. Who would’ve thought that by coming to France I would once again reunite with that girl inside who loved her ‘stick-on eawings.’
Just last night I attended my first Fete de Lingerie. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I found, upon arrival, a group of French girls, glasses of wine, and of course, lingerie. The woman who brought the pieces passed around catalogs, explained in depth about under-garments(things that before I never thought twice about), we tried on les soutien-gorges, and oohed and awed over the lacy “strings” and “boustiers.” After making my purchase, I realized that I have come such a long way from that tomboy on the soccer field. Of course I am still a “one with the mountain” type of girl, yet I have renewed my love for getting prettied up. I walked into Sephora for the first time the other day, asking “Does that foundation come with SPF?” and “What would be the best eye liner to go with my eye color?” High heels have once again found their way into my closet, as well as dresses and the occasional fashionable accessory. I’m so happy that I have rediscovered how fun it is to express my feminine side, even though I had to come to France, the capital of eau de toilet and lingerie, to find it :0)
un soutien-gorges - a bra
un string - a thong
un boustiere - a corset
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter, Dijon Style
Happy Easter everyone, or should I say Joyeux Paques!
This Easter I could not spend it with my family, but I did get to see how French people celebrate! I knew it was going to be different earlier this week as I opened the refrigerator and saw veal feet. Then I found out that the Easter bunny is actually NOT coming to bring me chocolate, as the tradition here is a bell that flies in from Rome. There were also no Cadbury eggs in the stores, mint jelly for the lamb, nor PAAS decorations. I did see a lot of big cookies in the shape of fish though.
Nevertheless, this morning I woke up early in high spirits. Easter! Then I looked out the window and…it was snowing. Blast! Not the best weather. I headed out all the same to Stephanie’s house where Sasha, Adam, Steph and I made some French Toast, had an Easter egg hunt, and thanks to Steph’s parents, ate a lot of AMERICAN CANDY!! Jelly beans, Cadbury cream eggs, even peeps! Oh it was delightful (minus the fact I didn’t win the Easter egg hunt!) After watching a little bit of “the Devil Wears Prada” with the HCers, I scurried back to eat Easter lunch (the big meal) with Josette and her son Jean Baptiste. He works on a vineyard and is currently filming a 3 Musketeer television series where he is one of the Musketeers (yup…) The meal was great, very yummy, but like always, it was lacking in dessert. Leave it to the American to come to the rescue! I whipped out the candy, and even Josette tried some jelly beans (but not without saying how they tasted artificial and chemically…little does she know that’s part of the reason Americans like them!!) but the party didn't truly start until I demonstrated how a peep can blow up in the microwave. Needless to say, Josette refused to eat the purple blob that had been formerly a marshmallow chick.
So, overall, quite a different Easter than usual, but better than I expected, all things considered. I didn’t end up seeing the veal feet on the table (unless they were hidden in that paté thing we ate…), didn’t have to eat the fish cookie, and I even got some American-ness! – CVS candy, the Easter egg hunt with my friends, maple syrup, the English movie. It is great to still be able to have that connection to home :0)
I wish everyone a happy day, full of laughter, love, and marshmallow peeps!
This Easter I could not spend it with my family, but I did get to see how French people celebrate! I knew it was going to be different earlier this week as I opened the refrigerator and saw veal feet. Then I found out that the Easter bunny is actually NOT coming to bring me chocolate, as the tradition here is a bell that flies in from Rome. There were also no Cadbury eggs in the stores, mint jelly for the lamb, nor PAAS decorations. I did see a lot of big cookies in the shape of fish though.
Nevertheless, this morning I woke up early in high spirits. Easter! Then I looked out the window and…it was snowing. Blast! Not the best weather. I headed out all the same to Stephanie’s house where Sasha, Adam, Steph and I made some French Toast, had an Easter egg hunt, and thanks to Steph’s parents, ate a lot of AMERICAN CANDY!! Jelly beans, Cadbury cream eggs, even peeps! Oh it was delightful (minus the fact I didn’t win the Easter egg hunt!) After watching a little bit of “the Devil Wears Prada” with the HCers, I scurried back to eat Easter lunch (the big meal) with Josette and her son Jean Baptiste. He works on a vineyard and is currently filming a 3 Musketeer television series where he is one of the Musketeers (yup…) The meal was great, very yummy, but like always, it was lacking in dessert. Leave it to the American to come to the rescue! I whipped out the candy, and even Josette tried some jelly beans (but not without saying how they tasted artificial and chemically…little does she know that’s part of the reason Americans like them!!) but the party didn't truly start until I demonstrated how a peep can blow up in the microwave. Needless to say, Josette refused to eat the purple blob that had been formerly a marshmallow chick.
So, overall, quite a different Easter than usual, but better than I expected, all things considered. I didn’t end up seeing the veal feet on the table (unless they were hidden in that paté thing we ate…), didn’t have to eat the fish cookie, and I even got some American-ness! – CVS candy, the Easter egg hunt with my friends, maple syrup, the English movie. It is great to still be able to have that connection to home :0)
I wish everyone a happy day, full of laughter, love, and marshmallow peeps!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Kiss me, I'm Irish
Top o' the mornin to ya! I haven't seen any rainbows, nor gold, nor stumbling holy crossers today (a sure sign of what holiday it is!) but it's feeling like St. Patrick's Day all the same!! French people don't really understand the core values that come with St. Patty's Day - they've never eaten corned beef and cabbage, never made Irish Soda Bread, never seen a St. Patty's Day Parade in Southie, and they've never drank guiness til they thought they were actually in Ireland. Well, I'm proud (or not proud?) to say I've done them all, as I'm sporting my green shirt today to prove it! Remember, kiss me, I'm Irish :0)
Friday, March 14, 2008
Aquafresh
I really am not a fan of Aquafresh toothpaste. Why? Because of the configuration of the cap. Due to this stupid invention, toothpaste crust builds up like no other, even after one use. This crust prevents one from squeezing out the toothpaste, thus in order to avoid the thinnest steam possible mixed with crusty old toothpaste, one must insert something inside like a finger or a tweezer, and in the process getting toothpaste everywhere. It's stupid. I miss Crest!
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