This is Tongue in Cheek's Typepad Profile.
Join Typepad and start following Tongue in Cheek's activity
Join Now!
Already a member? Sign In
Tongue in Cheek
Provence, France
Recent Activity
Yes tourism in France is lower this year. The link title means that French tourism is losing money and seeks financial aide. France has had horrific acts of terrorism. Security measures have been heightened, so yes I do see this. France is doing what it can to protect.
1 reply
500 Euros a week, or 1300 Euros a month.
1 reply
Image
French Husband came home with a twinkle in his eye, handing me a note that had the name and phone number of someone I didn't know. "A certain Monsieur wants you to decorate his home on the French Rivera, and possibly other properties he owns! He wants you to call him today." Saying this his face beamed brighter than the moon on the Mediterranean! He added, "At a meeting today I told him about you, and he was intrigued and told me to have you call him." French Husband is my biggest fan. He believes I could redecorate Versailles. He believes my fingers are golden. He thinks way too much of how I can fold fitted bedsheets and put the linens away. I looked over at him and then back at note. I licked my lips wondering what this was about. "Call him now!" French Husband said as he nearly shoves the phone down my throat with excitement. Words stumble through my head in French, my heart beats faster, my fingers wiggled, I awkwardly smiled at the plunge I was about to take. Dialing the number a woman's voice greeted me. Introducing myself my American accent gave more than I wanted it too. Silence lingered... I swallowed doubt, a thought raced through my head, "HANG UP!!" I stayed on the line chasing nonsense out of my desire. Finally after ages of silence that occurred in a split second, that only mathematicians can explain, the woman barked at me,"WHAT!!! What, what??? Who are you??? What has my Husband done??? WHAT??? NO! Oh no no no no!! Certainly not!" I wanted to say I am not his mistress. Somehow that is what I think she thought. Folding fitted sheets and putting the linens away is a simple art. One man's admiration is enough. I wonder what I said? I wonder if even mentioned it to his wife? I wonder what she found in her laundry? Side Note: To this day I do not know the real story. But this much is true. The guy was probably being nice, and over admiring Husband took the guy's words for real. Either way it made a good story. Continue reading
Posted 4 hours ago at Tongue in Cheek
Yes that is true!
1 reply
Through the French postal service, or bagage du monde. Customs? I fill out the paperwork they give me and post.
1 reply
Yeah, Jackie nailed it. You didn't want to say Roach collectors?
1 reply
I feel the same way! Come back already xx But next time leave some stuff for me to buy, lol.
1 reply
Oops! I wish I had known you collect them, I would have bought them :(
1 reply
Ah thanks! I have sold those antique cupping cups for years, now they are vogue. Jackie guessed the correct purpose of those vases; xxxx
1 reply
Full swing, thank goodness for the house next door, fingers crossed it will be ready. xxx You are the superhero darling!
1 reply
1) Think Salsa with Provencal flavor basil, roasted tomatoes, garlic... 2) Yes in the little house :) 3) You got it! xx
1 reply
Image
Spent a lovely day antiquing with my friend Gina. Who end up buying more than she could possible carry home. I offered to keep it for her until she returned, but she knew that was risky business. Not really. I offered to carry her bags back to our native California. We packed boxes this afternoon on my kitchen table. Honey, jam, soaps, wooden bowls, copper platters, paintings... We went strolling in villages, peeking into whatever caught our eye. The weather is changing, but it doesn't matter, anytime is a good time to be in France.... no matter what. Do you know what these are? I bet you do. Cherry tomato provencal salsa is what I call it. Simply diving on anything: Bread, fish, rice, vegetables... or on a spoon will do. Gina I will miss you. Continue reading
Posted yesterday at Tongue in Cheek
23
Image
Instead of buying antiques today I bought two very modern paintings by a man in his late eighties. Camille Fourès. The first painting is nearly as tall as me, but wider than me...whew. I never thought about yellow as one of the colors for the house in Cassis. But as you can see I took a giant leap in the direction of unexpected and colorful. And it feels scary and good all at the same time. I also bought the painting below. The Inky blue black wall is look closer to reality. You know the saying, "Do something that scares you everyday?" Well I took a step to doing something I have never done before, Going Modern. Oh la la. It is going to be a fun challenge in the scheme of scary things. Thankfully I had a blog reader (Gina) with me, and she coached me through it. A new baby is born, lol. Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
29
Both. Which seems funny.
Toggle Commented 3 days ago on The French StoryBook at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
What a great idea!!
Toggle Commented 3 days ago on The French StoryBook at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
Hi Stacy, Where is Italy do you live? It took me forever to just let go and make a fool out of myself. And yes one's personality seems to take a back seat because it is hard to express... I like how you said that. I will finish the story ... Good luck and enjoy your new life in Italy.
Toggle Commented 3 days ago on The French StoryBook at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
My children's English grew steadily, my French... oh la la. Yes next January I will have lived in France longer than I have in the States... that is a sobering thought.
Toggle Commented 3 days ago on The French StoryBook at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
That is good advise!
Toggle Commented 3 days ago on The French StoryBook at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
Image
The French book I found at the brocante was titled, "I Shall Read". The images are just too dang cute. When I found it I thought what darling wallpaper it would make. I have a thing about using old paper as wall paper. The second thing I thought... was a flood of memories when Chelsea and Sacha were mere wee ones. They grew up bi-lingual. When Chelsea went to first grade, I thought how was I going to help her learn her spelling words, or listen to her read since I could not read or write French myself? Imagine your child reading a language you barely understand. It was an education in humbleness. "Mommy, are you trying to say "jAune" with an A, or "jEune" with an E? "I am saying the one with an A." "Oh okay, the one with an "A" is J-A-U-N-E, that means yellow, the other one sounds similar but it means people." "Oh thanks, I knew that, but I pronounced it badly." "That's okay mommy, you are a good learner, like me!" Gulp. And so I started to learn how to read a French first grader's book when I was 38 years old with the best teacher in my five year old daughter. Living in a foreign country without speaking the language was a challenge. The simplest things became mountains to climb. How to ask for something without words, or how to ask for something with only the few words I had in my pocket. Pointing was a good tool. Smiling was a good tool. Not feeling stupid took courage and grace. And using my children to do my bidding help. How does it feel to be a child growing up with a parent who doesn't speak their other mother tongue? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFlxDuNC6OU I cried watching it. back in 1996- Sacha and I were at the hairdresser's. I was looking at a magazine. Sacha was checking out his surroundings. The women waiting, were admiring Sacha's curls and his perfect English vocabulary. "Mommy, do you know how to say, "haircut" in French?" Sacha had something up his sleeve, I could tell by the twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Oh no, I don't. What am I going to do when it is my turn?" I lied. "Do you want me to tell you how to say, haircut in French?" "Please, Sacha you are so helpful." I couldn't... Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
28
Image
With family, friends and the contractors coming and going every night I have become the cook again. It reminds me of a big family and the person at the helm having to think about menus from sun up to sun down: What to make, what is left, what to buy, buy it, carry it home, plan it, prepare it, set the table, burn your arm on the over door... Constant food. I think I should just write the menus. Or the grocery list as blog posts. Tonight was a small dinner party... French Husband's nephew who is a chef in Paris (no pressure there!) and who today rode a bike to and from Cassis (about 65K) and took some sun. My Belle Mere and French Husband. If you ask two out of the three people gathered around the dinner table tonight, "What did you have for dinner?", only the chef would know. What did you have for dinner last night? Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
20
Image
Each stitch with the needle she pushed through the cotton fabric and pulled it up with gentle force, in rhythm with her breathing, steadfast, sure, content... as a prayer. Praying an entire monogram "S" simplicity, "A" always. With a scissor she cut out small designs, and stitched around the cut out part to prevent it from ravelling. Flowers, petals, leaves, stars... some she would give to the church for the priest's alb and altar clothes. But she would keep some, for when her future dreams would come true. Hours spent, with her basket of white thread, thimble, the tiny scissor she worked with deliberate patience. A labor of love mixed with the pleasure of passing the time creatively. Over seventeen yards of various English eyelet I found at the brocante. From the 1800s neatly tucked inside an old cardboard box. Most has never been used. So many questions I would ask: "How long did it take you? What inspired you to do this piece? How old were you?" Selling it is going to be hard because I find it beautiful as is... something this old, handmade, carefully guarded... beautiful as is, no need to cut it and make "it" into something that will never have as much value as it does now. Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at Tongue in Cheek
25
Yann LOVES tee shirts, the older, more worn stretched out the better. I had on an oversized shirt too. But not as used as Yann's... but with his face who ever looks at his clothing??? Miss you Miss M xxxx
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on Goof Balls at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
I did not have any, otherwise I would have been called worse than a goofball!
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on Goof Balls at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
lol! And he is always breaking them!!
Toggle Commented 6 days ago on Goof Balls at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply
They did grow on me, but the floor wasn't all the same, three sets of tile in one room alone. So in the end we decided to redo the floor.
Toggle Commented 7 days ago on Under the Kitchen Sink at Tongue in Cheek
1 reply