Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

Our favorite realtor, Miss Sonja, is at it again. You remember Miss Sonja? She not only knows what your home is worth but can also advise on where the armoire should go. Tomorrow, she’s hosting a Horse Property Open House. Can you say marketing genius? ​​ Four premier North Scottsdale equestrian estates, all in the… Continue reading Your Horse Needs A New Barn…

Whenever I visit Bama to see Baby Chicken I am struck by the friendliness of the South and the pride of the University. And the fact that they can party like no other. Must be something about the laid back lifestyle and all those country songs. Not only will the charm and biscuits save your… Continue reading Who Says A Cocktail Is Bad For You?…

Don’t you get tired of watching Hillary don royal blue pant suits, stiltedly dance and point at imaginary friends in the crowd when there is actual real, important news out there? A woman in Omaha broke into a zoo to pet a tiger. Can someone guess what happens next? The tiger nearly bites her hand… Continue reading Important News…

Cooking is not my best skill but I can tablescape better than Martha Stewart can fold a fitted sheet. And I can plate more creatively than the finest in France. But in order for me to actually cook I’d have to get off my butt and stop watching Ina. I’m reminded of my weakness when… Continue reading Ina, Are You There?…

Lazy Friday afternoons when there’s been nothing but lackluster performances in the political debates leave me wondering. Why is lying in bed watching Netflix not a profession? I would be CEO. As CEO of Netflix Watching, I will first gather all my besties together and insist they don Nick and Nora flannel jammies in outrageous… Continue reading Who Needs A Job?…

Ah, success. That thing that seems to always be just beyond reach. Funny thing is, it has no definition. Everyone’s definition of success is indeed different. For some, it’s marrying well. Being a good mother. Owning a company. Making boatloads of money. Fame. Notoriety. For others, it’s nothing more than being happy, whatever that means, another… Continue reading Success Is…

We see it everywhere. In various colors, the cancer collective are known as “warriors.” In the heat of battle, cancer girls feel less warrior-like and more like the defeated. It is indeed true cancer is a war and no one can fight the battles for you. Those, like childbirth, are your unique experience. But having… Continue reading What Is A Warrior?…

Sitting at the computer wondering what to write and an email pops up from a friend. She stumbled upon a little morsel in Dear Abby and wonders about a duchess’ opinion. Since I adore opining on just about anything, I am more than happy to oblige. And, besides, I can’t write one more damn column about… Continue reading Need Some Rock Hard Abs?…

In high school, I could not leave for a date until the guy came to the door to meet my father. My father always squeezed his hand too hard and told him what time to have me home. Something’s happened between then and now. ​​ Girls lament they don’t “date” anymore, meaning the guy asks you to… Continue reading Gentlemanly Notes…

It’s Friday—that special day in pre-cancer lore, reserved for dancing at the dive country bar or dining on ten thousand calorie Mexican food. Neither is on the roster but we still can do our hair and wish upon a star, non? ​​ Unless you’ve been taken captive, or you’re a guy, you know that in… Continue reading Bad Hair Day?…