Category: Bonjour Duchess Dolls

What’s your shopping like? Do you prefer quaint boutiques? Do you mind paying a bit more for the experience? Does your heart beat faster inside a mall stuffed with the familiar stores featured in every city? Do you only bargain hunt—the store itself makes no matter in your search? Are you comforted by the predictability… Continue reading How’s Your Shopping?

The big game is two weeks from today. Is your team in place? By that I mean, obviously, your invites are out. Oh, dahling, get on that. You’ve planned your cocktails ‘cuz that’s way up there on the list. But what about the food? Will it be little appies or a full-blown meal? Why not… Continue reading Is Your Super Bowl Team Set?

In the past few days, I find myself explaining Duchess Diaries to the uninitiated. A light bulb blinks above my head, “Not everyone’s been here from the beginning. Some people don’t know the deal.” So, here it is, short version. Started a blog after The Norwegian (the dead husband) died. There was nowhere for all… Continue reading Help A Sister Out…

Our dear friend, Posey, is in the funeral business. At Duchess Diaries, we love etiquette almost as much as we love vodka, so when Posey sent over funeral etiquette tips, she made our day. Such a tough subject, hopefully Posey’s tips will guide you. And, if you need her help, you can find her in… Continue reading Etiquette Belongs Everywhere…

When God passed out the cuddling chip, I was chatting with the guy distributing shoes. I don’t feel I’ve missed out. I did spend hours with little ones tucked around me and didn’t find that quite as cloying as the adult variety. One child inherited my genetic code—eschewing public displays, remaining decorum-filled in every situation.… Continue reading Cuddle Up…No Thanks

Reading along the other day and stumble upon an article about honey never spoiling. Do some research. Truth. Honey never spoils. Do you know how much honey I have tossed out over the years? Only every time I move. Or whenever that little bear just doesn’t look quite as healthy as he used to. Damn.… Continue reading Fact Finding…I Am Aghast

Rape accuser and self-appointed feminist town crier Lena Dunham must believe that we believe men are inherently violent. Is there another explanation for her efforts to destroy a man’s life for laughs and book sales only motivated to temper her comments when both she, and her publisher, are threatened with a lawsuit? Many of us… Continue reading Little Italian Boys…