Ch-ch-ch-changes
Materfamilias posted this poem a few days ago: To My Last Period (Lucille Clifton, 1991) well girl, goodbye, after thirty-eight years. thirty-eight years and you…
Thinking About…
Chacun à son goût
Fashion blogger handing down the latest style edict. It’s been almost a year and a half since I started blogging as Une femme d’un certain…
Taxonomy 101
When it comes to personal style, there are two types of women: those who early on suss out their own unique style and hang onto…
Bien dans sa peau
It’s that mythical state that French women supposedly embody from birth (though the vast number of minceur creams and pills in French pharmacies may be…
V for Vanity
Merriam-Webster online defines “vanity” as:1: something that is vain, empty, or valueless2: the quality or fact of being vain3: inflated pride in oneself or one’s…
Knowing Your Limits
“Another Birkin? Did she sell a kidney?” Une femme was having brunch with a friend yesterday, when the subject of mutual acquaintance’s expanding Birkin collection…
What I’ve Figured Out So Far
A few days ago Shefaly at La Vie Quotidienne tagged me for a meme, Lessons in Hindsight. If I were to go back and give…
Finding Myself Through Food
Jan Steen: Girl Eating Oysters I was just catching up over at Harriet Brown’s terrific blog, Feed Me! and this post really resonated with my…
Low Resolution
Une femme doesn’t really do New Year’s resolutions anymore. For more years than I care to admit, my staunch resolution each year was to Lose…
