Do French Women Catch Colds?

Seriously. I’d like to know. Because if they do, they must sneeze with great style and cough bad coldmost elegantly, and given the fact that I’ve been fighting a cold with varying degrees of success this past week, I’d really like to know how they handle such a blow to their otherwise beautiful manner of living.

But then again, they probably don’t catch colds. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised.

Perhaps I should back up a little.

About a month ago, I began the task of trying to organize my closet yet again. My closet is not a big one, mind you, so how it keeps falling into an utter state of chaos is beyond me.

Anyway, while researching the topic (which is what I do when faced with any task, large or small), I2014_latest_design_european_style_wardrobe.jpg_220x220 discovered that while my closet is small by American standards, by European standards it is quite large. And since they have such small closets, Europeans, in particular the French, have very few clothes. They focus more on quality, rather than quantity.

My research led me to a few blogs, notably The Simply Luxurious Life and The Daily Connoisseur, where I read nearly all their posts. (Really great blogs, by the way. Check them out sometime.)

Then I explored a few books, listened to several podcasts, perused through several websites, and what I discovered is this: French women are from another planet.

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A Man and His Wagon

Perhaps you know of the poem by William Carlos Williams:

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

Charming, yes?

However with all due respect to William Carlos Williams, I think the sight of a grown man with a little red wagon may be more charming. Look upon this my friends:

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Ode to My Cell Phone … With Apologies to Keats

cellphoneI spied you in the phone store,

 Cradled in your cubby, attached by a cord,

Your screen was dark, waiting for more

Than a passing glance or a mumbled word.

For a part time clerk, seeking a sale,

Shows the popular model, the better known brand,

I checked your features, my skin grew pale,

I held you aloft, I took you in hand,

Cool to my touch, you were eager to please,

Never have I selected a phone with such ease.

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Disneyland!

sunshine-2Here it is, just the second installment of “Saturday Smile” and I’ve discovered a great Truth. (Notice how I capitalized Truth? That means it’s important.)

Truth: Recalling a pleasant experience that made you happy causes you to relive the happy experience, thereby making you happy all over again.

Isn’t that interesting? I thought you would like that. I didn’t come up with it on my own, mind you. I read it some place. Can’t remember where, but there you go.

All this is to say, I highly recommend you make an effort every day to recall anything that made you happy, be it a comment from a stranger, a pretty bird you saw by your window, or the chocolate chip muffin you ate because you darn well wanted a chocolate chip muffin and dang it was good.

I have no shortage of happy experiences to recall for today’s post, because this last week we were at the happiest place on earth, DISNEYLAND!

There isn’t room to tell you everything that made me smile, so I’m just going to share three small things:

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I Sold My Soul to Fitbit

FitbitFor those of you who have not yet joined the craze — oh, you sweet, innocent things — Fitbit is a type of fitness tracker. Kind of like a super cool, high tech pedometer, only better. Husband gave me one for my birthday, because he knows I like toys.

Remember that Twilight Zone episode, Talky Tina? Where the doll talked to the man and tormented him and threatened him and in the end killed him?

I don’t know what made me think of that. Anyway, back to my Fitbit.

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Unexpected Compliments

sunshine-2Today marks the beginning of a new feature at Feeding on Folly — Saturday Smile — where I’ll share with you something that made me smile during the week, be it a site or blog I found, something I read, or an experience I had. I’ll share it with the hope of making you smile too.

And here’s the best part: You’re invited to join me in this project of spreading smiles. Did something special happen this last week? Maybe you overheard a funny conversation, discovered a great new product, or your kid said the darnedest thing. Put it in the comments! Give us all a Saturday Smile!

I thought I was only going to introduce this feature today and wait until next week to begin, but I had a little encounter at the grocery store this morning that put a smile on my face.

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DIY: Creating a Restful Sleeping Chamber … AKA, Damnit, I Broke Another Nail!

I’m sure there are certain things you’ve come to expect from Feeding on Folly — simple recipes, tips for living, an occasional jaunt down memory lane … and now we go and offer a DIY project too? Whoa!

Well, don’t get used to it. It’s true, Husband and I have tackled many a DIY project in our married life, which should prove to all the strength of our union, but the project I am about to share with you may well be our last. At least, we hope it will be our last.Embed from Getty Images

Don’t get me wrong, the project turned out well, we’re pleased with the result, and our marriage is still intact. That part is fine. But somehow when you reach that mid-century mark, covering yourself in sawdust and plaster just doesn’t hold the same appeal. Fortunately, our bedroom was the last room we had to tackle, and now it is done.

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A Tale of Two Kitchens

It was the hottest of times, it was the hungriest of times …writing at computer

I stumbled upon a blog a few days ago, a charming blog from a charming man named Bruno, who lives in Belgium. You can find it here. If you visit it, one of your first thoughts will be, “What a charming blog!” Followed closely by, “He must be a charming man.” Speedily met with, “OH WOW, THAT LOOKS GOOD, I WANNA EAT THAT!” dry heat

Meanwhile, in my kitchen, it’s hot. Dang hot. Like, really hot. Did I tell you I live in Phoenix, Arizona? Granted, it only hit 109 that day. Practically balmy for Phoenix. But still. It’s hard to think about cooking dinner when the mercury level is triple digits.

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What Your Choice of Beverage Says About You

I’m not a bartender, so I can’t claim to have expert knowledge on beverages and the personalities of those who drink them, but I am a person who has opinions and a blog. A dangerous combination, to be sure.

If you order …

beer-4-1326034-639x424Beer: If you are a guy, you are one of the guys. No more, no less. Nothing to be ashamed of. If you are a gal, you are also one of the guys, and you tend to prefer football over baseball. One of your best friends drinks wine. Secretly you think she can be a snob, but deep down she’s a good person so you don’t mind. You’re bighearted that way. Continue reading “What Your Choice of Beverage Says About You”