There is a bread festival in front of Notre Dame in May. A Parisienne bread festival. Why do we live in America? Why, oh why, is there no boulangerie down the street to grab a piping hot stick of deliciousness every morning to accompany coffee as black as my heart? As if the fashions, the… Continue reading The Best of the Baguette…
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Pearls Are Back Baby…
While those of us in The Dale continue to sit upon the sun's surface, the fashion world turns to Fall and all its heavenly offerings. Never one to tell others what to wear, except in the case of you sloppy ones--don't do that. Just don't. It seeps into every aspect of your image. One imagines… Continue reading Pearls Are Back Baby…
Why Be A Lady? Horrors…
One of the Dolls, sweet as can be, sends an article, "Why Would I Want To Be A Lady?" She's a fellow Cotillion chick. After I called out for the butler to fetch my smelling salts and picked myself up from the floor, I phoned to thank her. Many do believe etiquette has left the… Continue reading Why Be A Lady? Horrors…
Get Your Hankie…
He's been called, "Chivalrous to a fault." Why, oh why, are all the good ones dying? News from Paris this week is the passing of Givenchy. Anyone who's spied Breakfast at Tiffany's dabbed a tear with a delicate hankie and went to look for Cat. In the rain. Yep, that Givenchy. The one who created… Continue reading Get Your Hankie…
Breakfast In Paris…
An article crosses the desk seemingly pointed right at me. The writer laments breakfast in Paris, whining the French don't offer a humongous American wake up call of eggs, bacon, sausage or potatoes. Never one to turn down bacon, I still bristle and scream out, "Blasphemer." The idea that a freshly baked baguette heaped in… Continue reading Breakfast In Paris…