This morning I saw a BEAVER in the river behind my house. I know you think that because I’m Canadian I see this kind of thing all the time. Not so. First time. Christophe was both floored and disappointing. He imagined I was some kind of Pocahontas, well-versed in all woodland c
March 20th is Macaron Day in France. It’s one of those made up marketing stunts to get you to buy a macaron or 20 at your local patisserie. Here’s how it works: 1. You walk in to donate a pittance to some charity. 2. In thanks you are given one “free” macaron.
A sad day in beloved Paris. Paris was the first place I felt that my little blogging life was honoured. I could flash my journalist card anywhere and doors would open. Big burly security men at the entrances of museums would hold back throngs of tourists to allow me into the new show.
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion is about the year after the death of her husband. As she walks her way through this year of grieving, she occupies her mind with what she did the year before when her husband was still alive, thereby kind of putting off the actual grieving.
The other day I was pondering my next big fantastic PLAN FOR MY LIFE. No pressure. See, I got all hot and flustered by this book: An Illustrated Journey by Danny Gregory. It’s a gorgeous book filled with journal pages of artists around the globe. Naturally, I felt that being one
Did you know Picasso left the world 1,876 paintings, 1,335 sculptures, 7,089 standalone drawings, 18,000 prints, 2,880 ceramic pieces and 149 notebooks of drawings? Pas mal, as they say in France. I discovered this little tidbit over here. Not only did he create the work but he docume
This is the booth where I finished the first draft of Paris Letters. It is located in Białystok, Poland. I took the photo this morning. We are back in town to visit Christophe’s family and attend a wedding. Our visit just so happens to coincide with the release of the audio vers
Scrapbooking used to be about taking bits of ephemera (aka… the scraps) that came your way… newspaper clippings, postcards, photos and such, and gluing them in an album. Somewhere along the line it took a turn for the weird. I blame Michael’s Arts & Crafts. These
Back in February, I was sitting on the stairs where Owen Wilson sat in Midnight in Paris. I sat there wondering and dreaming and wondering more. I saw something come together in my noggin’ and thought, Yep, I’ve got a plan. So I whipped out my sketch pad. Notice I’m
I’ve been roaming around Paris on a mission to find me a new watercolor set. I knew of an art supply store near Bastille, but only knew it “by sight.” This means you land at the top of the Métro station, you look around and feel your way down alleyways and through me