girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Category: life with frenchies

  • this tragic mess in Madrid is so terribly sad and troubling.

  • i finally caught up with my hair girl at her new salon location for an appointment today and pointed out my most recent concern—gray hairs, quite alot around my temples—they've sprouted overnight it seems. she said no worries, they aren't spread all over and next visit a little touch of color should do the trick…

  • the news has just hit that there have been serious bomb threats made against the French train system since December. the authorities have already found and MacGyver-ed one real and surprisingly sophisticated bomb on the tracks. i was wondering why the security agents and large, vicious guard dogs were out on force and random delays…

  • lightening, rain, gale force winds, African sand storms, high seas, closed roads, broken shutters—this is not what i was promised! yesterday morning the previous night's storm lingered, blowing red Sahara desert dust over the rooftops and cars and sloshing down large terracotta puddles in the street–the sky was glowing orange, yellow-green and gray–no way to…

  • there's alot going on this week–Carnaval in Nice, Menton's Lemon Fest—too bad i'm going to miss seeing all those girls in bikinis on parade floats.

  • walking down rue d'Antibes in Cannes the other day, i thought to myself when admiring the new window displays–"oooh goodie, looks like red, my favorite color, is the new color for spring! how nice!"—then i realized that no, the frenchie fashion color scheme will shortly return to the standard black, grey, camel and olive. it's…

  • the ONE time i make a mistake with my train ticket. the ONE time out of how many?!?!? of course, i sit there unknowingly holding a ticket for Juan les Pins when i am going one stop further to Antibes. honestly, an honest mistake–i was in a hurry, throwing coins in the machine, turning the…

  • i've really been enjoying my little pottery group (both the clay work and the French conversation practice) and now that i have a few hand building techniques under my belt i've been more experimental/expressive –pics of recent work to come, they're being fired later this week. i found a little art society/studio here in Cannes…

  • i helped Maria dye her hair this afternoon and noticed that the instruction sheet was undeniably french….the illustrated woman demonstrated the use of the post-color conditioner while wearing a scarf. she wasn't drawn smoking a cigarette however–perhaps the stuff is flamable?