Details from a traditional home in the Luberon

Hello friends! We are still in the upper Luberon but I miss you all and so thought I would check in to see exactly how 2014 is going…? Ours is off to a wonderful start–admittedly with champagne (ok, cremant but still) and foie gras being consumed on a daily basis! We also have been returning to some of the region’s more famous villages, such as Gordes and Venasque.

But what is it like to live here? I leave you with these details from the gorgeous home of Eric and Sabine, owners of our first cabanon rental outside of Simiane, amidst the lavender fields. Enjoy!

Amongst the reeds, scenes from the Camargue

Hello everyone! We are in the Luberon but due to a storm on Christmas Day there is no internet or phone at the cottage. So we have driven up to a mountaintop to say Hello to the world, the sun is taking its final bow and the view is beautiful. In these final days of 2013, I have been focusing on gratitude more than ever and that most certainly applies to all of you, who have given such support, joy and kindness. I thank you with all of my heart. I am signing out as the sun goes down on one year, while eagerly awaiting the arrival of the next. And although I most likely will not be in touch again until after January 6th, please know that I am sending wishes of peace, prosperity, health and many wonderful discoveries in 2014…until then I leave you with these images of the reeds of the Camargue that bend in the wind and yet resist, snapping back to stand tall.
With all of my Very Best,
Heather

Christmas calm

I have often been asked about the differences between Christmas in France and the United States. And certainly one word comes to mind immediately: calm. It is pretty quiet around here.

In France, nearly everyone has stopped working. Most salaried positions have a two-week holiday.

And so it was not much of a surprise to see a large crowd gathered at the Place du Forum to watch an old-fashioned family circus perform.
People of all ages clapped and cheered as a loopy old clown rang bells.

Others gossiped leisurely at the café across the street.
The streets were nearly empty. Last minute shoppers strolled arm in arm, popping in and out of the small local boutiques.
Only the hair salons were abuzz as everyone (including Remi and I) got a final brushup for les fêtes.
And now, it is time to cook. Remi has thoughtfully planned out what should be a wonderful dinner for two: scallops stuffed with foie gras and wrapped in bacon to start followed by turbot in a langoustine bisque. 
Champagne is being chilled.
In France, it is less about the presents, so there is no frenzy or marathon wrapping sessions. Actually, we are just giving each other two presents this year, one big and one small, something which is just fine by me. 
Calm.
It is a gift in itself. Now it is time to exhale and be grateful for being here. For being.
“Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on,
Our troubles will be out of sight…”

We will be heading out tomorrow to spend Christmas with friends in Menton and then are heading up to the cottage in the Luberon for the end of the year. To rest. As always, the internet connection is touch and go there, so I am not sure if I will be posting or not.
So I will take this time to wish those that are celebrating a very Merry Christmas and to all…a Happy New Year! Thank you for being here…
With my Very Best Wishes from my family to yours,
Heather, Remi, Ben & Kipling

Forever Chic, a holiday gift…for yourself

I have to say that I am not terribly fond of massive generalizations. There is little that will rile my red-headed ruff more quickly than any phrase containing, “You Americans always…” And yet…and yet…there are some such wide swaths of words that ring true, they just do. Americans are (more often than not)…friendly. French women are (more often than not)…chic. What does that word mean to you? I know what it does to me, most certainly within this context and I’ll give you an example to illustrate it. 
When I first moved to Paris from Manhattan twelve years ago, I was struck by the beauty of French women, the way that they put themselves together in a way that didn’t necessarily have to do with fashion per se. And yet I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was that made them unique. I was soon introduced to Claudine, a journalist specialized in luxury travel. That first time that I met her, she was wearing simple black pants but with Converse high tops and an artfully deconstructed jacket that, on second glance, I realized was a Yohji Yamamoto. The mix between high and low was dizzying. Not to mention that her hair was beautifully blown-out but she appeared to be wearing no makeup. I couldn’t understand much of what she said yet but I watched as she spoke with conviction punctuated with fluid gestures. “How old is she?” I wondered. I had no idea but it didn’t matter, really, not in the least. Because she was bien dans sans peau, good in her skin. 
Tish Jett knows all about this concept and understands that being chic is not only about what is happening on the surface but all about the big picture. In her fantastic book, “Forever Chic – Frenchwomen’s Secrets for Timeless Beauty, Style and Substance” she methodically pops the bubble of the mysterious je ne sais quoi adjective that has always described our Gallic counterparts and while doing so, suggests how French attitudes towards the beauty – of the inside and out kind – can be beneficial for all of us. This wonderful sentence sums up her take well: “Over and over, they prove that what is pleasing to the eye is uplifting to the spirit, and that what is nourishing for the spirit is what makes life worth-living.” Wow. Yes, please.
Now here is the thing. Tish, an American journalist and author of the wildly popular blog A Femme d’Un Certain Age, has lived in France for over twenty-five years and has a dizzying resume – she moved here to become the style editor of the International Herald Tribune and was the last editor of American Elle before the magazine was transferred to New York. So she not only has a clearly established point of view based upon extensive experience (I believe that I have already griped about “expat authors” who publish “authoritative” tomes after having trotted through la Belle France for a few months) but she has the Open-the-Doors might to take you right to the very top experts in each field she is discussing (such as Jean-Louis Sebagh for skincare/plastic surgery and Christophe Robin for hair color). Their advice can be surprising and gathered together (something I have never seen before at this level), it is a gold-mine. Plus – and this is something very appealing to me – 90% of the ideas kicked out have nothing to do with “cash flow” as Tish calls it.
With my redhead temper, I hate to be told what to do (just ask Remi) but at the same time, I love to have things clearly broken down for me, to have options. Tish is brilliant at this. Forever Chic is published by Rizzoli and so it is no surprise that the layout is gorgeous and the illustrations that pop up through the river-swift text help the medicine go down. The chapters range from skin and makeup to hair, diet and exercise, wardrobes and accessories to…une mode de vie or way of living, what makes the inner life tick. 
I am 44 and am feeling the physical and mental changes that have arrived already with age. Also in the past year, I have, admittedly, let myself go a bit. Too many days have been spent working in front of the computer sporting yoga pants and that messy Garance Doré bun. When I do make an effort, I feel better about myself. And when I feel better about myself, my confidence lifts and I feel…happier. With her book, Tish is giving us options on how to feel just that, tools for our arsenal if you will. And while the book is geared towards those of us over 40, this advice is certainly applicable to a far younger set (and indeed, Tish mentions how the French start young). 
I was lucky enough to meet Tish and her fabulous daughter Andrea this past summer (they too have a loving and fun Mother-Daughter relationship). I saw first hand that not only does she practice what she preaches but that it works. Like Claudine, she is just…beautiful. I never thought about her age for a moment but rather on what an amazing woman I was spending time with. She is funny, gracious and grounded. Never pretentious or preachy (I threw down “French Women Don’t Get Fat” in disgust two chapters in). And generous too. Now I understand why she worked so very hard to make this book happen – and she did – for she wanted to pass on the goods to as many people as possible. Now, for me that is the definition of “forever chic.”

While this certainly would make an excellent last minute gift for a girlfriend, Sister or Mom in your life, for my female readers, I think it would be even better…for yourself. Something to read and savor over the holidays in order to run into 2014 with a fresh perspective and a healthy attitude. Pas mal, non?

To buy “Forever Chic”:
On Amazon US, it appears to be sold out in print (I told you it was good!) but for a Kindle edition, click here. But on Barnes & Noble there are hardcover editions, click here.
For my French speaking friends, there is availability on Amazon FR here.
For Amazon UK, click here.

To discover Tish’s excellent blog: voila

And to read an interesting interview with Tish by the ever faboo Vicki Archer: ta-dah
How is everyone doing? Are you holding up? Enjoy your weekend and don’t forget to breathe…only five more days until Christmas…


PS. Thank you all so very much for all of your amazing comments on my previous post. Both my Mom and I were very touched!

With Love for my Mom

I know how lucky I am and you can bet your bottom dollar that I am grateful.
For I’ll tell it to you straight, my Mom is beautiful, funny, smart and incredibly loving.
She loves to be silly.
Just the sound of her voice on the phone makes me smile but she prefers it if she can make me laugh right off the bat.

 
She has stood by my wonderful Sister and I through good times and bad, the glamorous and the sad.
She showed us about simple love and it was she who taught me to find happiness in those hidden moments. That yes, the taste of cherry jam counts.

My Mom transferred her fondness for four-legged creatures to us with the instructions that they are to be welcomed as part of the family…

…and encouraged us to follow even our wildest childhood dreams. 
To be true.
We did and do, she cheers.
I am proud to be a contributor to the amazing D.A. Wolf’s incredible “blog” (for it is far more than that, she delivers original, thought-provoking content seven days a week) Daily Plate of Crazy. When DA asked if I would like to participate in her series on Mother-Daughter relationships, I nearly shouted out a “Yes!” Oh, this meant so much for me to do. So if you enjoyed this introduction, I would be so very delighted if you would take a look at my post here:

Thank you again for asking me to write this DA, it was a reminder that the best gifts rarely come in boxes. 

I love you, Mom!

For you…
PS. My Mom reminded me of a story that I had nearly forgotten from when I was in my 20s and a little Miss Manhattanite Hipster. I was with a group of girlfriends at a swank martini bar and a few rounds in the subject of Mothers came up. Well, as each girl told her story, the scenarios became increasingly fraught with tension and complexity. All the while I was sitting there thinking, “Oh my, I hope something happens to change the subject before it is my turn. I only have nice things to say!”

Wishing you all a week full of joy…

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