In France, life is always all about relationships. We have special relationships with our butcher our baker and some of us even with our candlestick maker. I frequent a charming shop in the town near ours where I find the most exquisite heathery colored candles in a variety of unexpected hues.
Most women have those types of connections with their hair stylist, colorist (possibly), doctor, and maybe manicurist for some. My list of "friends who help" (FWH) includes all of the above plus, in no particular order: my pharmacist, medical pedicurist, dermatologist, dressmaker/seamstress, dry cleaner, vegetable man, cheese couple, wine shop owner, pastry shop, florist, chocolatier (also in the town near ours), special frozen food emporium -- Picard -- and one of my all time favorites, Françoise, who owns the perfumerie in Neuilly where My-Reason-For-Living-In-France and I keep our fragrance wardrobes au courant. When I say au courant, I don't mean to imply we change our signature perfumes for the latest creations. We never do. MRFLIF stays with Chanel Monsieur and I alternate -- depending upon my mood -- between Parfum Hermes and Clinique's Aromatics Elixir. In my case I also have all the attendant products to go with each.
|Joelle and Jean-Jacques|
|Our obscenely delicious Christmas dessert from Tendre Caprice where we have an extremely warm relationship with Clarisse whose husband is always backstage inventing new wonders.|
Ca fait chaud au coeur. It warms the heart.