What’s on me, in Spring!

I’m about to Spring clean my wardrobe. Not an easy task, by any means! Last year, while away in Tasmania, Australia, I bought lots of fab clothes & shoes! It was Spring in Tasmania but a cold, cloudy one.

As I live in the SW of France, I know I’m  guaranteed a lovely, warm Spring season, & I had that in mind when I went shopping “down under.” Well, Spring is nearly upon us, here, in France, and, it’s time to pack my Winter clothes away!

Firstly, I’ll start preparing my shoe robe. In Spring, I like to wear flats with cigarette pants (trousers) & a nice breezy top. I like casual elegance & am a huge fan of leopard print flats, they never fail to add a hint of sophisticated oomph! to any outfit. I like, too, funky shoes for faded pale blue jeans & a white shirt, not a stiff & starchy one but again, I’m always going for a “comfy” elegance. after all, Spring can get quite hot in France!

 

 

Next… Spring invites white dresses,  light frocks & skirts! It’s a fun season & you can go nuts!!! on throwing things together to make gorgeous, eclectic ensembles! Jeans, shabby chic with white always looks amazing & such a timeless look, too! Add some fab accessories, a big lemon bangle & large hoops earrings or something I love; a huge turquoise necklace & “voila!” you’re def rockin’ & a-rollin’ to the beat of Spring!

 

 

 

I’m 52. I encourage you if you are an older woman to throw your two digit number out the window & simply BE! if you like it, wear it. You’re an original. It’s a fact. Love it.

Get ready to welcome in the cheery season of Spring with a “spring” in your step & your wardrobe x

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Spring is in the air! (even if it’s raining!)

 

I’m doin’ the countdown to Spring big time this year! Hubby & I spent 3 months in Tasmania, Australia, last year. Tasmania is an astonishingly picturesque island, truly beautiful  &, even though it was Spring when we were there, it actually felt like Winter. Cold, blustery days & lots of moody grey cloud. Of course, NOW, in France, we are only days away to Spring & it seems a weepy & sulky French sky is bidding Winter good-bye!

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Cherry trees are plentiful here, so much so that we pick copious amounts of them and Rob makes cherry liquor which we give as away as gifts at the end of the year. We have a cherry tree, too, it’s about to bud! The things in life that give us such remarkable joy are usually the most beautiful & delightful.  The French would say, “Extraordinaire!”

 

 

 

Our garden, too, is about to burst into a beautiful bouquet of colour. We prepared it well.  You see, Rob & I had a plan! When we were in Tasmania, we spent a lot of time at the botanical gardens, we took our books on days when the sun actually came out & STAYED! & we read, ate lunch there & then did our tour of the gardens & it was while we were admiring a particular section of garden (can’t quite remember exactly which one as we find all the gardens exceptional!) that we decided to turn our little patch of France into a beautiful one & so we rolled up our sleeves when we came back & got stuck into it! daffs, ranunculus, poppies, cosmos, heaps of lavender & hydrangea & many other colourful flowers are about to peel their Winter garb off & welcome Spring IN, as only a garden can!

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14 days to go! Whoohoo! In the meantime, we console ourselves by picking bunches of daffs in the countryside & so far, our kitchen table hasn’t missed a bunch!

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Rob’s making lunch. We both have colds. & even if it is a rainy day & the sun is teasing us by ducking in & out of a bad-tempered cloud, we have each other.

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Tomorrow I’m going to chat about what to wear in Spring. I guess, it’s an individual thing, so, it’s really about what I’m going to wear in Spring & if you need some tips…help yourself!

Cheers! Oh, that’s not very French!

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A bientôt!

My “Little Italy” in France

I’m back! It seems an age since I’ve last written & in truth, I’ve had at least a 6-month pause…

I got married! how fabulous is that?! I married my Italian man, in Australia &, am now back home, in France, where we live, in a little village by the river, in the French countryside. It sounds nice & quaint &, it IS!

My man is quite a bit older than me & he’s Italian, too, what a bonus! Not only is he devoted to me BUT he can cook! He’s a great cook, too! Each morning he rises say, about 6 am & he heads straight to the kitchen. I kid you not! (told you he was devoted & not just to me, to EVERYONE & EVERYTHING he values! nice, huh?) So… my nose is aroused by around 7 am to absolutely scrumptious &”deelish” aromas wafting up from the kitchen,  my mouth is salivating, it’s almost a beautiful torment because I wanna stay cosy as toast in bed but my tummy is doing a drum solo & by 9 I’m there! there!!! at the table, fork in hand, ready to end the day’s morning ritual of “delicious agony!” Rob watches me as I eat as if he’s listening to his favourite opera! devoted people like to see the people they care about…HAPPY! “It’s a real pleasure, Cara, to watch you eat!” Rob says to me. You see, he not only is devoted but he’s ITALIAN & DEVOTED! & so, he LOVES to see me HAPPY & what’s more…he loves knowing that he is the source of that happiness!

And that’s why I have been away, not writing… I’ve been enjoying the pleasures of a French life with very Italian overtones!

 

 

Now that I’m back, I’d like to share some of our French/Italian adventures with you.  I promise you! our life together… is never boring! Oh, btw…I nearly forgot the unforgettable… Cognac, our dog! did I say dog?!!! Cognac wouldn’t agree with that at all! Noses-up! he whines “dog! ” well, he’s almost human, wink x

French Women don’t Compare, They Admire. -Renata Huster-

I like that about French women. I like it a lot. It doesn’t matter what age, shape or size they are, if a drop dead gorgeous model is standing right in front of them, they won’t reach for their jacket to hide their muffin top, they will simply ADMIRE the other woman, her outfit & her shoes without comparing themselves to her. They won’t even ask where she bought her shoes because they know that style is a very individual thing, so those shoes look great on the model, she, however, has a very different style of shoe, SHE likes. The model rocks! & so does she! Remember too, comparing often leads to competing, that’s exhausting & a death knell to friendship. Admiring is always win=win!

A French woman likes her body. Her body is never fat! It’s voluptuously shaped,  curved…rounded. A French woman wears her sensuality well & effortlessly because she knows she doesn’t need to try, the mere fact that she was born a woman & all the deliciousness that comes with that, makes her feel highly desirable.

Bibi’ Macron (the current French president’s wife, her real name is Brigitte, but, really…there can only be one Brigitte. B.B.) is an older woman who is extremely comfortable in her own skin. I don’t hear anyone here, in France, mention the age difference between Monsieur Macron & her lovely self, (at 64, she is 24 years his senior ) Bibi is a woman & that alone makes her beautiful. It’s not about fat, thin, OLD, ugly or pretty! It’s simply about being a woman & everything gorgeously amazing that embodies, femininity, strength & gentleness.brigitte-bardot-396155_960_720

So, NEVER compare yourself to other women. Always ADMIRE.

 

 

 

 

The Scent of a French Woman

Long after one has forgotten what a woman wore, the memory of her perfume lingers. — Christian Dior

A French woman never leaves home without first applying a subtle dab of her favorite scent. It’s unheard of, it just doesn’t happen, it’s unthinkable! Beauty has a scent & French women are dedicated to wearing it.

I fell in love with the way French women choose their perfume, as if selecting a bouquet of flowers for a dearly loved one. It’s a highly personal affair & quite seductive to watch. & I have…from afar. They hold a bottle of perfume as if gazing at a lover’s hand.  Memories are held within that intoxicating potion, the light caress of a nose at the nape of her neck, followed by a satisfied, breathless sigh…

What are French women wearing these days?

I’m so pleased to say they are wearing my fav! Shalimar by Jacques Guerlain. It’s a deeply feminine fragrance, all woman! a heady mix of citrus/woody tones, it’s a romance!

 

Narciso Rodriguez for her. Men love it on women, enough said! (Ok, a very, very, VERY sensual perfume! And another one I love, too!) Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel. Quite an aristocratic scent, elegant, sophisticated & classy! And, Of course, Chanel No 5! Still a mysterious elixir of floral elegance, in a bottle. There are countless more potently beautiful mixtures! French women & perfume, they know it’s a very individual thing, they know the man they want to please. It takes a lot of lingering, just as a good scent should linger long, on a white linen sheet…pexels-photo-398069

 

 

 

The Simple Charm of a French Life

Yes, that’s it in ONE… the SIMPLE charm. To live in the French countryside is to live with all your senses heightened. Many times while out walking, I’ll often find that, unknowingly, I’ve passed a fruit tree & I’m not kidding you, the aroma of that fruit makes me stop dead in my tracks & double back, grab a piece of fruit, hold it tenderly up to my nose & enjoy its delectable scent, before taking a big juicy bite. I’ve never had the scent of fruit order my steps back before, as if to proudly say, “C’est délicieux, non?” And yet, it happens all the time to me here! I’ll be struck from my dreamy state by an aroma so deliciously inviting… I follow it.

It’s just one of the many simple charms of French country life.

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Since coming to France, I grow my own blueberries x

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