Monday, October 27, 2014

Good Bye my Sweet Angel

 Over the past few months, I had written that my sweet Penelope had been diagnosed with heart failure.  This morning, my poor baby's heart failed her.  A valve ruptured and she passed within minutes of arriving at the vet.
 She was my sweetheart.  With those big eyes she was my little troublemaker who could do no wrong in my eyes.  Okay maybe a little bit.  She was a good girl with her own little impish personality.  A personality that I always felt the need to protect.  She truly was a little baby that loved to be pampered.
 Darling, just know that your momma loves you very much and even though it has only been hours you are so missed.  What started off as a normal morning turned into every pet owner's nightmare.  We had breakfast and everything seemed fine.  But then it was not and she could not be saved.  I am trying to remember the good days and even though she was diagnosed with a fatal illness, her life was good until the end.

Here is Penelope with her sweet brother.  I hope he does not miss her too much.  He loved her dearly. My nephews were visiting and the 5 year old said she was cute with those big eyes.  He called her the adorable one and said he wished he had big eyes like her so that he could be as adorable.  Her brother was the soft one.  You have to love children.  They knew she needed pills and pill time was quiet time.  He told me he wished they were both healthy.  So did I.  While she was my shy girl, she let the boys feed her.  She was wonderful with them.

She had a wonderful cardiologist that was both knowledgeable and patient with all my questions.  We also consulted with a holistic vet, Dr. Bob who was always available for questions and would call me when they had not heard from us in awhile.  Their assistance in dealing with this was crucial to my sanity.

My friend Ingrid from The Conscious Cat  helped me understand and was great to talk to.

There is never a time to say goodbye and for my little sweetheart she was only 6.  Life was too short for her.  Honestly, this has been the worse year of my life.  I can only hope that my mum and little girl are together and happy.

L'avant Comptoir Creperie Paris

 One of my favourite creperies is L'avant Comptoir located in the 6th off of St. Germaine.  The creperie is next to the restaurant and the hotel.  The restaurant is also outstanding.  What you are looking at above is the walk through window.  You just walk up and place your order for your crepe.  You can also choose to go inside enjoy a glass of wine, bowl of soup, cheese and charcuterie.

On every trip to Paris I always stop by for a crepe or two.  I usually will get a savory and sweet crepe.  One of my favourite crepe's is the ham, cheese and artichoke one.  What a delicious combination.  I must say that since I discovered this crepe I have never ventured to taste any other ones.

The fellow above is the resident crepe maker.  He has been here as long as I can remember.  I am not sure what I would do if I was to visit and not find him on the other side of the window.  His crepes are always just right.  Should you get a bowl of soup (the artichoke with foie gras) is my favourite, he will pack it up should you tell him you want to have a picnic.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Alaia Clothing and Serendipity

 Serendipity is one of my favourite words.  I like both the it's meaning and the way it rolls off my tongue.  Last winter while I was in Paris I felt that I had a moment of Serendipity.  I was in La Bon Marche and spotted these lovely dresses.  I told my husband about the designer and about the cost of the dress.  Azzedine Alaia was the designer.  I must confess, before this trip to Paris I was not familiar with him.  He does not believe in advertising.  The dresses were lovely, but definitely out of my price range.
 A few days later I was having tea and a pastry at Les Deux Abeilles and ending up sitting with some Italian journalists.  One of the journalists wrote about food, the other one about fashion.  The service at Les Deux Abeilles was horrendous however my company was delightful.  The fashion writer told me about this wonderful exhibit at the Palais Galliera. Alaia was on exhibit.  
 The museum had just opened and the exhibit was wonderful.  My Italian fashion writer was a wealth of information about exhibits on display in Paris.  I thought this was serendipity that just days earlier I discovered the designer and here I was having tea and dessert with an Italian fashion writer who was telling me about the exhibit.
 This is a collection of Alaia's dresses from 2013.  I do not have any photographs from the exhibit and photos were not permitted.  However at Galerie Layfayette they had the dresses on display.  Who is Alaia?  He was originally from Tunisia and initially studied architecture.  At age 17, while in Paris he worked for Guy Laroche.  His story is quite interesting.

I may not have come home with an Alaia dress but I have wonderful memories of the exhibit and tea with the Italians.

This is my contribution to Dreaming of France hosted by Paulita at An Accidental Blog.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Orange you're Glad it is Friday: Brugge

As I was walking back to to the train station in Brugge I came across this lovely restaurant.  I wonder if it was a bed and breakfast.  It is hard to believe that it was a December afternoon when the photo was shot.  The sun just illuminated the lake.

This is my contribution to Orange You're Glad it is Friday hosted by Maria at Lifes' Sweets and Spices.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Cafe Life Paris

The French truly love the outdoors no matter what the season.  It always amazes me that I live in Southern California and we would never think of sitting outdoors in the winter.  For the French it is "de riguer"  Just give them a seat and a cappuccino or glass of wine and outside they go.  Of course if I had a quaint cafe like this in my neighborhood I would always find myself seated there with a book.
This is my contribution to Dreaming of France hosted by Paulita at An Accidental Blog.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Painted Pumpkins

I was not sure what I was going to post about today-the options were limitless; there was the Asian market I went to last night with coconut waffles, waffles from Liege, pho tacos, rice burgers and potted ice cream.

And I will tell you about those just not today.  Instead I am going to share the pumpkins that I painted with you.  I must confess that my idea is not original.  I was on pinterest or maybe googling chalk paint and saw these elsewhere.  Original or not it was fun.  I do not do crafts often but highly recommend it.  Very highly recommend it.  For me I find crafting very relaxing.  I am not sure why I do not do it often.

This past summer my dad and I were at an arts festival and there were live demonstrations with booths were you could make your own.  A lady convinced my dad to participate and I joined.  We spent about an hour doing crafts.  It was great fun.  We talked about how my mum would have enjoyed this and how creative she was.  It was nice to talk about her in the positive as opposed to remembering her death.  We both did a craft for my nephews which they were delighted when a present arrived for both of them in the mail.

I used a combination of craft paint along with gold glitter and a gold rub on these.  I think on the blue ones I am going to give them a glitter splash also.  I have my nephews coming to visit so I am decorating the house for Halloween.  They are still quite young and the three year old does not like skeletons or witches so I have been warned.  Friendly decorations only.  

Even little boy wants to participate in the decorating.  He is my Halloween cat.  

I think he looks so regal here next to the vase and pumpkin.  In addition to the pumpkins I also found a haunted gingerbread house at Trader Joes.  There will be plenty of crafts for them to do.  

Even though I am still going to the ocean for a swim,  yes I was in the ocean at 5:30 after work one night this week.  It is still that warm here. There is nothing that says fall is in the air.  I am still wearing white and tank tops but I love everything pumpkin. So who says I cannot enjoy a little pumpkin at the beach.   Sheila at Book Journey has a recipe for pumpkin butter that I am going to try.  

I think I am going to buy some more little pumpkins and paint them for my hurricane lamp.  Have any of you ever painted pumpkins?

This is my contribution to Weekend Cooking hosted by Beth at Beth Fish Reads

Monday, October 6, 2014

Maria Loca Paris

I wish I could say that I stopped in for a bite and returned at night for a lovely cocktail.  Mais, alors, non.  No,  I cannot say such a thing.  I just happened to be walking past MariaLoca and  liked how they had the couch sitting outdoors.  I think I would have enjoyed myself had I sat down for a bite or drink.  The reviews on the internet are quite lovely.  Located on boulevard henri iv, MariaLoca is not too far from the Bastille.

Maybe next time.

This is my contribution to Dreaming of France hosted by Paulita at An Accidental Blog.
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