French women rely on good skincare and only a modicum of makeup to enhance their own unique and god given beauty. And I think that’s a pretty good way to go. Still, regardless of whether you’re a makeup queen or a French minimalist, the goal is to look your best, and...
I’m sure transitioning to grey hair is different for everyone. For me, it was my invitation to be a rock star.
Fashion, hair styles and makeup are ever-evolving things that change from year to year and season to season, like an elevator moving up an endless skyscraper of style.
Meet my friend Sara Acevedo – former New York model, celebrity stylist, and personal shopper to anyone looking to up their fashion game and create a cohesive style.
There’s about 20,000 genes in the human body, but I believe French women have 20,0001 – they’re born with the style gene. They’re the Goldilocks of fashion –not overdressed, not under-dressed, just right.
Epiphanies come from all sorts of significant and spiritually moving events – births, deaths, stuff like that. Mine comes from The Devil Wears Prada. Well, at least my fashion epiphany.
Life gets busy, cabinets and drawers get cluttered and homeless objects take up residence, and I become a whirligig of “get organized” until order, and my sense of French-ness, is restored.
I love change – in fact the only things in my life not subject to change are my husband and kids. And my dear husband lets me get away with changing up just about anything in the house because he knows if I get bored, it’s time to move.
I grew up in a very un-kept house. If relatives were coming for the holidays, it was a total freak-out to get the house cleaned up.
Motivation – to lose weight, run a marathon, climb a mountain, start a business – yeah, that’s great. But, discipline, well that’s another thing.
A majority of people spend a majority of time working inside a box – a relatively small framework of space. Days are spent sitting in front of a computer with arms extended only elbow distance away, evenings are spent binging on Netflix with arms extended only far enough to make the remote work.
Here’s the next challenge … MOVE IT! (You had to have seen that one coming.)
Fridays were for pajama parties and comfort food – tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Except I elevated the crap out of it.
We all have our superpowers. Mine, is being able to throw a meal together when there’s “nothing in the house,” even if guests show up unexpectedly.
Here’s the recipe for Wine Braised Short Ribs. I’ll be making a video on bread soon – I’m still perfecting my technique.
Recently I was at a meeting of women entrepreneurs, listening to a woman tell her story of going from losing her job and the difficulty of scraping by while raising her son as a single mom, to building a successful business that supports her comfortably and even saving enough money to take her son to France for a vacation.
My recent trip to Paris was cut short due to circumstances beyond my control – c’est la vie. But the one thing I was unwilling to eliminate from my planned Paris activities was my French baking class. I’ll admit it – bread baking has become a bit of an obsession for...
I just like to spend a couple of weeks living in Paris. You can be a tourist in Paris, or you can immerse yourself in the ambience of Paris. I choose the latter.