I have a philosphy about the new year and resolutions – make them fun and easy. For 2014, I decided to “lose the baby weight”. I don’t actually have weight to lose but I do feel I let myself go a bit after the baby was born and it is time that I get back on track. I intend to regularly pluck, paint, wax, shave, condition and thread those bits of me that I want plucked, painted, waxed, shaved, conditioned and threaded. I started early and got my brows done on Christmas Eve and it really made me feel so good! I felt confident and strangely calm. A big part of my resolution was to look good for my husband (because that is important to me – I’m not suggesting that is should be important to anyone else), however, I used to always take care of these things when I was single so I know it’s not just about him.
I am also putting forth the effort to give myself private bathroom time every night. Until now, I just did the bare minimum of teeth brushing and face washing as quickly possible. I am rediscovering the benefits of closing the bathroom door for a leisurely session of pore extraction. I don’t yet know when I can move up to actual nail painting however, the baby still nurses to sleep and I don’t want to expose her to all those fumes. I am trying to find some of those press on nail “polishes” in natural shades but all I see are those crazy, teen-age patterns and textures.
I bought a new long lasting lip gloss – YSL Rouge Pur Couture Verni A Levres Glossy Stain (Sheesh! What a long name!) and it’s creamy, natural looking, and somewhat kiss-proof – a nice, elegant “mom” choice, I think.
The biggest change for 2014, I am resolving to wear my contact lenses again. I cannot believe I wore my off-prescription glasses for over a year! I am so unused to the idea that I am little scared! But I have done it two days in a row now and I hope that I can continue this successful streak throughout the year. It may not sound like a big deal to you but it is to me.
And that’s the thing about resolutions – they should be important to you and make you feel good!
One last resolution I made for 2014 is to buy my husband more presents. He likes presents. Also, his closet needs some updating. He brings me flowers just because so I’ll bring him a couple of new pairs of socks or a new chef’s coat, or a leather belt randomly, when it’s not his birthday. That’s what wives do, right?
Happy New Year and may 2014 bring you trim and glossy hugs and kisses!
On this last trip to France, we were invited to lunch at Tante Isabelle and Oncle Bernard’s stately home in Tamerville. It was built in 1735 (or thereabouts) and I don’t have nearly enough photos of it – but here are a few!
Here is where the chickens pictured above hang out:
Pictured you see Oncle Bernard, Cousine Cecille, Little Cousine Soleyn, and Slightly Less Little Cousin Gaitan. To the left is a large garden that is rented out to a local farmer who then sells his produce in the big market.
I probably should have started with this photo of the side entrance.
Also, I probably should have taken photo of the front entrance… um, photo journalism is not my special talent. In the foreground is Cecille, this is the house she and her siblings grew up in. Can you imagine? Also pictured is my Brother-in-Law Julien, Mother-in-Law (in the doorway), Cousin Gaitan, Oncle B and Minnie the Dog. I am pretty sure I am spelling Gaitan incorrectly, by the way.
Above are photos taken in the cider shed: the cider barrel and corking machines. This was probably one of my favorite places on the property. Cecille told me that the great barrel would get filled seasonally and when she and M. were young, they were sent to the cider shed to fill bottles from the barrel for the adults at dinnertime.
This is my only interior shot. You must understand, we were there for lunch, not a tour so I didn’t always have my camera ready and I had my hands full with Mlle. Not pictured is the huge swingset we spent a lot of time on. Also not pictured is the grand fireplace in the dining room and the gun armoire in the entrance (it is the country afterall!) Anyway, here is Mlle. making quick work of these ancient stairs, worn down over the centuries by of some of her ancestors. I couldn’t imagine training a child to walk on these treacherous steps. Life was hard back in the day!