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Well, I'll be pretty close to Montreal. Beautiful, picturesque New Hampshire...and right on the sea (thank you, God!)Truth is...I've kind of lost my interest in the big Paris dream. Maybe it's just too overwhelming; packing up and moving 1200 miles north is stressful enough. I'm not sure I've got the gumption to take it overseas. I have a difficult-enough time trying to fit in where I speak the

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I almost missed my one-year anniversary! I just happened to notice that my ClustrMaps visitors at the bottom of the page were gone and have started anew. I had 799 visitors last year. Considering that I write about nothing of particular interest, put the blog on the shelf for about 6 months and had only told two friends about it in the first place, I think an average of 2 people a day from around

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Oh my God, I am so depressed. I feel old and tired. I hate my job right now and daydream about selling everything I own and hoofing it through Europe like a young university kid.I don't know what it is about technological and cultural "advancement" but it seems to me that the more advanced society gets, the more unhappy everyone is. Why do we make everything so complicated? I do love city life, I

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It has been raining in Atlanta for a solid week. Everyone and everything is completely waterlogged and this morning the city came to an almost complete standstill due to flooding. Most of the major highways and their arteries were closed thanks to overflowing rivers and creeks (pronounced "cricks" in the more rural parts) and all I can say is I am so thankful I had the day off.I waited until late

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I love Longchamp. And I think the ad campaign for the "it bag", spearheaded by DigitasNYC, is très adorable. In the first place, I just love advertisements, especially clever advertisements. In the second place, I love the use of English in a fun way for a French company - sooo like the mid-century Franglais our grandmothers, Miss Piggy, and yours truly, are fond of using. Phrases like "I'm très

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My dear old friend from Versailles, whom I've sadly lost touch with, loved to throw dinner parties. We lived just down the street from each other and her soirées were often last minute, very simple affairs. A few friends, a bottle of wine and something on the grill were the perfect ingredients for a pleasant evening.So, she was expecting a baby and her parents flew in for a baby shower and quick

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Almost exactly 10 years ago I met "the one that kind of got away but all-in-all that's definitely better for my emotional stability" at a mutual friend's small dinner party. She said "Please come for dinner, an old school friend is in town on business and my husband hates him. He's arrogant, opinionated, narcissistic and will only speak en français unless another American is present." I'm a good

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I have spent the last 10-20 minutes trying to pinpoint the offender of the most ripe odor, not-so-secretly ashamed of my as-of-late poor housekeeping due to my ridiculous work schedule. (In all honesty it's not that untidy around here but vacuum hasn't met carpet in many moons.)Perched atop a large pile of books and papers on my oh-so-neatly-organized vertical filing system on my desk in my home

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So here's an Americanized Frenchy commercial I can get into:Maybe it's just the tune by Claire Denamur but I won't change the channel when this ad comes on. I may not switch to Degree antiperspirant but I have downloaded Claire's album. J'adore Le Prince Charmant et Ah Les Hommes (...ils sont merveilleux)... sing it, girl.

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I know that the reason we "French" stuff up is to add a level of perceived class or value to an otherwise everyday something-or-other but it's getting on my nerves. Years and years ago I thought it was cute to say "Tar-Zhay" instead of Target but now that McDonald's is in on the act and Glade spawned those annoying Glawd-ay commercials, I am putting my foot down. My fear is that before we know it

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Google images is hosting a fabulous LIFE pictorial series. You can sift through millions of photos from the days of yore through current day - political photos, nature pics, sports history, etc. But who needs all that jazz? I went straight for "Paris" + "Fashion" followed by "Paris" + "Hats" of course! (Some of the photos have never been seen by anyone other than the photographer and a [probably]

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If you want to get in the spirit for the upcoming historic inauguration or if you just like to turn stuff into Shepard Fairey-inspired pop art, take a little trip to www.obamicon.me and upload a photo or two. I did - here is my favorite creation:

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I just discovered these adorable bangles. Too bad they have an adorable price tag as well. I'm not usually one for items with cute phrases plastered all over but these beauties are too cute to scoff at. Southern ladies love anything with little bon mots on them like "It's 5 o'clock Somewhere", etc. as well as anything with hot pink polka dots and monograms. I have to admit, I'm a fan of the

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I saw the bluest sky yesterday even though it's freezing, gloomy and we've had a predominantly grey, overcast horizon for weeks and weeks. So blue that blue isn't good enough - cerulean, azure, sapphire maybe? Anyway, it reminded me of these photos my Grandpa took in Paris in February, 1960.Blue is a popular color for January. Home decor magazines typically do Blue & White issues, cruise wear (

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My favorite Kiwis in a Parisian fantasy. It's a chuckle-fest. They're so adorable. Enjoy...

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I don't have much of a sweet tooth but I do love chocolate (I'm really a fruit, pastry and custard girl - especially if they're all together!) However, I fully confess I am guilty of chocolate snobbery. I would rather eat one piece of really great chocolate than one of those nasty "King-Sized" candy bars on the supermarket shelf. This is definitely a trait I share with French women - what's the

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A week into the new year. Still unemployed but remaining hopeful that 2009 will make 2008 look like chump change! (In a good way.) I have resolved this year to make no resolutions in lieu of focusing on the job hunt. Resolutions will be made when I celebrate la rentrée at the end of August with all of Paris, in spirit if not in person. Hope you are all enjoying the new year so far!

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Joyeux Noël everyone!! I picked up a bottle of wine and a beautiful bûche de Noël this afternoon (to share.) Now all I need is a little snow... Hope y'all enjoy Christmas in your respective corners of the world!!

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I wish I had a great "I struck the lottery" or "I met Mr. Wonderful" post, but I'm afraid it's the exact opposite.I met Mr. Wonderful on Sunday, got laid off on Tuesday, and went on a big, exciting date with Mr. Wonderful tonight only to find out he's Mr. Not-So-Wonderful after all. He could not (or would not) stop talking about "hot chicks" and how/where to meet them. I swear, if I hear ONE more

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I love this quirky little tune about Par-ee! "I finally know that I belong here in this world" - Dent May & His Magnificent Ukulele are singing just for me! My favorite part of this video is that the subject is (sort of) Paris and the stage is (definitely) set on US soil, not unlike this little blog. And is that a poster of Shirley Jones on the wall? Love it! Copyright © 2008 A Southern Belle

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Well, let me just say that I am already exhausted from all of the Christmas activities! The economy may be down and out but that hasn't put an end to a seemingly never-ending queue of Christmas parties, Hanukkah parties and Christmukkah parties to attend and not just on the weekends. And a big hurrah! because just a few weeks ago I was as low as ever over nothing to do. I guess when it rains (or

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To put a nice cap on my "pitiful" weekend, I was invited to join some friends at the theater Sunday night for the 30th anniversary tour of the Tony-Award-Winning musical Ain't Misbehavin' starring Ruben Studdard and Frenchie Davis of American Idol fame. While I'm not an Idol fan, we all know I'm game for anything "Frenchie", even if it's a Frenchie of a different sort. Also featured in the

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I promise not to make a habit of the pity party, but I threw a grand one this evening! I figured there was probably a Fête de Something today in France, so I'd have a genuine Fête de Lamenter for myself, sans parades (I wouldn't want to be showy) and face-paintings.Seems I've been having a problem with Saturdays lately. I do know when it started but I don't know when it started bothering me. I

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Three videos; the romantic in me far prefers the Édith Piaf version to the rap and I would have liked to have seen the Imogen Heap song Just For Now to the full animation rather than just a short track, but it's interesting to see how the sentiment changes with the colors inverted and the song a little more modern. Watch all three of them and see how different the feel is for the same Louis

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I finished my Christmas shopping this evening. *Sigh of relief*...and to reward myself, I wiled away a few hours inside Barnes & Noble in Buckhead where I was to reward myself with one new book. I bought three but self-restraint has never been one of my attributes, except where sweets are concerned (I can eat just one.) It was so damp and chilly today; the perfect day for Christmas shopping (

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I've been going through the very tedious project of converting my grandparent's old 35mm slides into digital format. Hundreds and hundreds of them; I've scanned over 775 and I'm only about halfway through. It's absolutely a labor of love full of reward as I uncover almost-lost gems of my grandparents living in London post-war (my grandpa was an officer in the US Navy) and traveling all over

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I haven't done anything outside of my routine for well over a week. Aside from taking 2nd prize in a Halloween Costume Contest, that is. So, my routine? Awake at 6....okay, snooze button until 6:30. Then up out of the cozy bed, coffee brewing, NPR on, and into the shower. Then out of the shower, into the clothes, hair dry, face on and coffee in mug, English Muffin in hand. Work at 8, lunch at 12:

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I love Nina Simone's 1954 album Ne Me Quitte Pas. Particularly for her haunting version of Wild Is The Wind which is at once desperately longing and passionately hopeful; it is impossible to listen to this song on a cool, blustery day like today and not feel the damp soul of the love that she sings about creep up and raise the hair on the back of your neck. *Shiver*I love that she can spin

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My obsession with France began as a little girl, thanks to an elegant Grandmother who frequented Paris in the 1950's. My obsession with French Men began in my early 20's, thanks to a handsome and très charmant young Parisian man my friends refer to as "Frenchy". And my obsession with French food? From birth, I think. Single, still a pretty-darn-young 33 and mostly without roots, I have set myself

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