People Watching

Setting: Tiny hilltop village, in my shop.

A slim middle-aged lady came into the shop. Her hair had an unnatural orange tint, she was wearing a white tennis hat, a pink bathing suit, a white wrap-around skirt too small to be wrapped around her (probably her daughter's) = leaving a 20 cm gap with an open view to her hip. Being a tad too short as well, half her bum was showing too. Add to this elegance a black leather handbag and hiking sandals and the fact that the shop is 5 KM inland on a hill...

I was screaming for the Fashion Police really loudly inside my head!!

Would you be walking around like this??

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Well, it's a Cruel Summer... enjoy the clip!

Shaking that Ass

I've been pretty sad looking today. After my morning coffee I kind of just got stuck in front of the computer surfing all the job ads I could find which meant not actually having done my usual bathroom routine. Picture this: baggy tracksuit bottoms and a Hello Kitty t-shirt, my hair tied up and my new fringe in a hair clip... Oh so sexy - Not! (And no, you're not getting my picture)

So I have at least sent off 3 CV to different jobs including the cover letters. What annoys me it's the time consumed but I would be fine about that if I only got an answer back from the agencies/companies - even a simply No would be good.

Looking on the bright side (of that upcoming shower) is that being unhappy in my present job gives me a lot more motivation to send off my CV to whatever else might be better without being too picky. Sooner or later I'll find something better. Right?!

OK, shaking that ass and I'm off to stock up my bookshelf with a few french books while amazon takes it's time. I've actually run out of books without noticing. That's what I call a disaster!!

Enjoy Groove Armada and I see you baby (shaking that ass)!!

Je me suis Lancée

When the scissors hit my hair there was a sickening Point of no Return. Bruno scared the life out of me to say it in a better way than to be grossier, but he had convinced me by telling me the magic words: No work in the morning - hairdryer and Voilà! About the "fringe" bit, well... I didn't quite get the gravity of his words before the damage was done. I realise that it looks a bit like my previous virtual trial n° 4 only slightly shorter which is not too bad.

However, the way he was working and concentrating (he didn't say a word to me!) was amazing and he did come across as an experienced hairdresser.

The light and quality of the 2 photos doesn't make it a good comparison but that's what you get :)

Before:

After:

Holiday Preps

Holiday's here and tomorrow I'll be packing, getting the funky new mp3/video player full of stuff and head out for Sardinia and a week of hectic nightlife.

In the meantime we have Lorenzo's friend and girlfriend visiting. Amazing how many friends we suddenly have now that we have a garden and a house in sunny Cote d'azur :) Kidding!! It's great to have the space to have friends and family coming to see us, finally! I've always heard L's stories from uni in Italy, all the things him and Fabio used to do together but I've never actually met him before now. About time since we are rounding 7 years together soon. The girlfriend is just lovely too. And tonight we're off to our usual beach Jazz music restaurant - hopefully the mistral will not sweep us away as it's quite windy.

A Compliment Gone Wrong

Setting: at work in the small village where I hardly know anyone. Every time I'm there though I greet the other neighbouring shop ladies with a smile and a "Bonjour!"

Yesterday was no exception and this was the strange conversation that took place shortly afterwards with a moustachy black haired lady :

Me: Bonjour, ça va?

Her: Bonjour. Not a lot of people around...

Me: Mmmm.

Her: Everybody asks if you're the daughter of K (My boss)

Me: Yeah, I know. Quite funny. Must be the blue eyes and the blond hair.

Her: ...and they all says she's prettier (et ils disent qu'elle est plus belle)

Me: Staring at her, taking in her words and mumbled a Mmm.


Then thinking to myself: WTF??

Having a hard time staying serious I mumbled an excuse to go back into my shop where I just started laughing to myself.

After some thought and giggles (wondering what my very kind boss would say about this compliment) I realised this could be either of two things: One big possibility is that my french failed me on a crucial point in that short sentence, should there have been a n'est pas in there somewhere? Or maybe she just wanted to share her point of view.