Have you ever wondered what people talk about when they talk about you behind your back? You know they do it. I'm not saying that all the talk is bad. They may actually be saying nice things about you. But, somewhere, at some time someone has talked about you. It has come to my attention that I dress up too much. What does that even mean!? I guess the talk could be worse (and at times I'm sure it has been) and I should even be flattered. I love to dress up. Period. It makes me feel better on days when I'm feeling down. It makes me stand a little taller than on days when I let my "downess" over take me and I succumb to lousy dressing. I secretly wish I had lived when ladies wore hats and gloves and looked presentable at all times. Isn't it a shame that a person is noticed for trying to look nice? What has our society become? Days of Casual Fridays in the workplace have caught up with us. We've made EVERYday Casual Friday. Several years ago, when I first heard the rumors of my dressing abilities I was embarrassed and self conscience about it. Today I embrace it. It is who I am. It is something that I hope I never change about myself. So if you happen to see me out and about looking anything less than stellar, you will know that I am having an "off" day. So please be kind.
Peas and Cheese. It just sounds prettier in French~le petit pois la fromage. I have been so very lucky to visit France twice and still have a longing in my heart to return. It is by far my most favorite place I've ever gone. Don't get me wrong. If my husband happened to surprise me (honey, if you're reading this~hint, hint) with a trip to any ocean I would be thrilled! But, there is just something about France that I connect with deep in my soul. Would you believe that one of my favorite memories of Paris is simply taking a nap? I was traveling with two of my daughters and my sister. We had arrived the day before from Barcelona and I had my long list of to-do's ready when we happened upon a lovely park, the Bois de Vincennes. I was reluctant to take the time to sit down because we only had 5 days to see all that Pairs had to offer and the clock was ticking! However, the well manicured lawn had inviting chaise lounges under the most beautiful shade trees and out of nowhere a waiter suddenly appeared and we had a perfect situation! Several Contreauopolitan's later I had forgotten all about my "list" and just lived in the beautiful moment. These memories are fresh on my mind because recently my youngest daughter brought her new dear friend, Thomas, home for the weekend. He was born and raised in a small village just outside of Paris. I never imagined I'd ever have a French person in my home and I suddenly became awkwardly aware of how many Eiffel Towers I had! We had the most lovely visit and his charming French accent took me back to those glorious few days in France. By the way I have six Eiffel Towers in some shape or form in my home (four I brought back as mementos and two were gifts). Hopefully, one day I can return to France so I can add to my quirky collection.
I'm lucky to have found a person to spend my life with that loves and believes in me. He must be a special man because I am quirky, unorganized & think my cluttered thoughts aloud to him on a regular basis.