Lily Lemontree, I could go into rhapsodies over her and her blog: her aesthetic, her crusade for good manners, letter writing, thank you notes and all the gentle gestures that make our lives richer and more beautiful. She knows all about kindness, thoughtfulness and the joy they can bring. That is why I am particularly honored she chose to give me these awards.
Dearest Lily, thank you, thank you, thank you and merci aussi.
These are the rules of the game: the recipient must divulge 10 aspects of her/his life and/or personality; the giver should mention the person who bestowed the award (please re-read above) the receiver then passes, in this case two awards — very generous, dear Lily — on to 15 blogs she loves and finally we must notify the new “winners.”
Sometimes I fear I have nothing more to tell you or that you may nod off, but here goes. . .
1.) I absolutely hate it when someone tells me what I think. (Can’t they just wait a second for me to tell them myself.) I’m not asking for agreement, just patience — and please don’t assume I’m that predictable.
2.) I could eat cherries until I fall over in a stupor.
3.) I’m an only child.
4.) My mother was 45 when I was born and originally I was diagnosed as a tumor. When the “tumor” started kicking the doctor reassessed his first opinion and predicted I would be born at the end of February. I was born on April 25th.
5.) Roger Vadim invited me to dinner followed by dancing at Regine’s in Paris.
6.) At one point things weren’t going according to plan when we first moved to France — on a personal level that is; they were going swimmingly professionally — a great friend offered me two airline tickets back to New York and a very glamorous job in retailing.
7.) I had seven years of piano lessons and cannot play one note today.
8.) Over the years I’ve been stopped on the street, in restaurants, the post office, you name it by complete strangers who think I look like someone else. When I deny their assumption, they either argue that I don’t know who I am or say, “well surely people tell you you look like her all the time don’t they?”
9.) When I was 10 I had my portrait painted, twice: once for my parents, the second time for an uncle. The artist stuffed me with chocolates so I wouldn’t squirm and when she finished the commissions she announced she would never paint another child as long as she lived.
10.) I’m not allergic to anything. At least I don’t think I am.
And now. . . My nominees for blogs I cannot live without: If you don’t already know them, do visit you’ll be glad you did. I would like to add there are more on my favorites’ list. I have not forgotten you and I have something coming up soon.
Through the French Eye of Design
And That Reminds Me
Castles Crowns & Cottages
La Bonne Vie
Paintings by Nevin Hirik
Semi Expat in Oz
A Woman of No Importance
Champagne & Macarons
The Entertaining House
Pearls to Hide My Neck
A Place to Dwell
Chemin des Muguets
Et Voila. . .