The Colors of Paris in Spring

Noooo, I'm not in Paris. You know I would have told you if I were going to Paris! These are photos from May of 2008 when the kid and I were visiting Raphael. As he says, "En Mai fait ce qu'il te plait" (In May, you do what you want). Which is exactly what we did. The teenager is, however, in Paris taking French courses for a month. Nothing like being immersed into the culture to learn a new language. Paris? Excusey-mwa.

Ahhhh, "shopping" in the Galleries Lafayette. When Raphael first told me we were staying very close to the Galleries, I thought he was talking about an art gallery.  I was quite pleased to find shopping galleries instead! The only shopping we did, however, was the purchase of this box of beautiful chocolates that looked more like pastels. They didn't last long.

Ahhhh, the main gallery was magnificent, to say the least. 

I pictured myself living in the corner penthouse in this building with marvelous views of the Eiffel Tower and the hustle bustle of Paris below. I think I could handle that, if I knew the language.

Ahhhh, springtime in Paris.

Vibrant colors surrounding your every turn.

And then there is Rennes in Brittany. This is where Raphael is from. It's absolutely beautiful, sigh.

And we will never forget Mont Saint-Michel in Normandy.

I can't wait for the teenager to see all of this, and more.

He even gets to stay with Raphael for a week after he is finished with his classes. This is going to be quite the experience for him!

I'm so proud. 

My Hair

--Ulysses Everett T. McGill

"Well, as soon as we get ourselves cleaned up and we get a little smellum in our hair, why, we're gonna feel 100% better about ourselves and about life in general."

Here we go again. Summer (or a special occasion) must be around the corner. I've gone and made my hair kooky, again.

My stylist (hair stylist, that is--as if I have any other type), is always "in" with the latest hair stuff. She's all of anything under 30.  For my 50th birthday, I said "I want those blond thingies you have." Btw, she's blond. So yes, I have almost-platinum-blond peekaboos strategically located throughout my doo. Today? She had feathers, yes feathers, dispersed on one side. Of course, my reaction was, "I want those."

Alright, how old am I?

Hush.

Fleurs et de Faises

My beautiful Mother's Day bouquet, double exposed on purpose. 

The roses were exquisite.

And I had picked these gorgeous strawberries up at the Nashville Farmer's Market last week. The kid and teenager ate them all!

Counting down the days until Riverside!! The teenager and his girlfriend's family are there now. Envious, to say the least. One and a half more weeks of school!!!

What are your plans for summer?

Two Infatuations

First, this little clutch I found online is driving me crazy, I am so in love with it. I haven't used a clutch in years. But this one, or at least that turquoise color, caught my eye. But it is so much more. I am loving it!  

And, then there's my copper pot. I normally pull these "nice ones" out during the Holidays, and they sit in a cabinet the rest of the year. Well, I love my non-stick cookware as much as the next guy, but I've begun to wonder about the coating. If it's dangerous to birds . . . ? Well, hello? So, anyhoo, some of my nonstick pieces are beginning to show wear (and that's supposed to be a no-no in regards to emitting whatever into the air). Sorry, my favorite Berndes pot, you're out. You're fired! (What the heck was all that Donald stuff about? Lawds.) . . . And, hello beautiful! (above) 

Turning chilly tonight. My Tennessee friends call it locust winter--which is when a cold snap comes in for a day or two after all the trees (including locust) have already bloomed from spring. Frost. Really? Ugh for my plants. Yay for me. I'm loving it. (Portland keeps calling, right. lol)

The hub is out of town. Here and there in bouts to the North. Therefore, I am getting things done. Finished finding, sorting, scanning and printing old photos and recipes for some of my cousins. I hope to get so friggin' organized before I move again, I won't know what to do. Little by little. Piece by piece, I'm gettin' it done. Of course, at the rate I'm getting all this "organizing" done, I won't be finished for another five years. Ha ha ha.