"You don't need to be French to have French style. You just need to know their secrets..."
French-Secrets explores the everyday elements of French life, attitude, style, food and the quotidian that brings an essential joie de vivre to life.
French women know that without ATTITUDE and ACCESSORIES there is no style.
1. Paris wrap worn on the grey side and tied in the center with blue highlights showing.
2. The same wrap worn on the blue side and tied slightly off center.
3. The same wrap worn on the grey side knotted and tied on the shoulder.
"So glad we could do the Interview…Your creativity, joy and spirit is so inspiring. Thank you for the wrap now I can be a woman of style and distinction. I will let you know when this will air it will most likely be in a couple months. You are just amazing. Thanks ever so much." - Anne Marie
"The coat was a stupendous hit ! Everyone loved it both the shaping and the color very elegant.You would be pleased!" - Lisa Manuele
"I want to take a minute to let you know how much I love my new Bordeaux Coat! I feel so elegant and comfortable wearing it. Thank you again!" - Arlene Vaquer
"I'm delighted with my purchase. I've already received compliments. This is a unique coat that makes me feel special and stylish!!" - Gindy W
"I love it." - Clare Ewing
"Heading into town for a few days, packed light, all finished off with my golden topper. I feel like a million." - Daly Reville
The first time I saw magic happen in the kitchen I was six years old and wanted to help my mother cook. I’d follow her every step and move, clinging like her shadow, struggling to see what she was doing. Inevitably, she’d turn around and trip over me. It wasn’t optimum for either of us, so when she told me we were going to bake a special cake and I could help … “there is a surprise at the end,” she promised…
I beamed with joy…
Cooking is full of mystifying moments that are…
The last time I took a train that had a dining car was right after I graduated from high school.
Walking into the dining car, I was flooded with memories of childhood trips. It looked exactly as I remembered: the tables were set with clean white tablecloths, cloth napkins, china, silverware, and gleaming glasses—just like in an old movie.
I was excited and hungry for French food. My first taste was . . .
The apartment my mother grew up in Paris was large. My grandfather was a médecin, a doctor, and the apartment included his office...
During World War I, he served as a doctor and, like so many veterans, he brought home a souvenir. His choice was a big artillery shell, about eighteen inches tall with a twelve-inch diameter—a bomb. Proudly he displayed it in his office...
What could possibly go wrong?
I had a strange and unpleasant experience a few weeks ago, and it still haunts me—probably because it adds to a chorus of experiences that I have chosen to not talk about. But now I have to:
A few weeks ago, eight of us were dining at a local restaurant. As we were finishing our meals, a police car stopped in front of...