Awards, Of The Bloggish Sort.
So. I received the awards from:
A Femme D'Un Certain Age
Many of you know Tish already. If not, allez-y, tout de suite. She lives in France, and posts on cross-continental currents, fashion, and la vie Parisienne. My favorite amongst her features is the illustrated posts on outfits she and her friend put together. So, um, French. So insouciant.
Metscan lives in Finland. Yes. Finland. She is new to blogging, and tells us the story of her style and her days. Her taste is austere, her objects beautiful. And behind every post you can feel the Finnish winter waiting. Summer should be good, if brief.
The Hostess Of The Humble Bungalow
She's in Canada. Has an adorable house, buy cute clothes. And one of the more cheerful bloggers around. Today she showed her face for the first time. Go tell her she's cute.
These awards generally require that I provide some details on my existence. Since we are already outside the US, let's keep going. Below are 5 of my more memorable foreign travel moments. I can never guarantee that I haven't told these before. In the 6th decade one begins to retell.
1. Crossed the Atlantic on the Queen Elizabeth II in 1968. As we will looking back to childhood, I remember an odd non-sequitor. They had a drawing context in the ballroom. I won. I realized years later that I had plagiarized a New Yorker cartoon I must have seen at least a year before. I still feel shame for the undeserved win.
2. Christmas in Jamaica, at the Ocho Rios Inn, early-1970's, with my family. White-jacketed waiters served us on the patio. Afterwards I danced, with my brother, in a cream colored cotton knit dress. The matching jacket had navy blue and brown trim. And a zipper. The reality of decades is always more nuanced than subsequent representations.
3. Christmas in Cancun, a private villa, early-1970's. The cook served pork chops. A mariachi band came in and played to us. We were mortified, but didn't know what to do until my mother came back from the market.
4. My sister and I flew to France, in the summer of 1976, to travel alone for 5 weeks. When we arrived, we realized that the the houseboat owner we were supposed to stay with was in Germany. It was raining. The concierge let us in, out of pity. Who knew that houseboat colonies had concierges?
5. Traveled through Europe on a private jet, for Sun Microsystems, in 1999. Prague was beautiful, but the lobby benches in the Intercontinental were lined with prostitutes, like birds on a wire.
Finally, still on the track of new lands and new knowledge, I pass all three awards on to three bloggers from Australia. Why Australia? Because I'm sensing an Australia vibe. Just like a year ago when I thought, hmm, Swedish. And then Swedish design started showing up everywhere. So let's see if the next few years bring us Australian design swagger. If so, it will sound like this.
First, Faux Fuschia. One of the funniest, most engaging blogs I have ever read. Seriously. She calls her place of work the coal face. I can't do her style, verbal or fashion, justice. Outrageous. Remember AbFab? Just go read. Then pogo on over to Semi-Expat in Oz, and Sydney Shopgirl, for well-photographed and narrated accounts of Australian daily life, home style, fashion, food.
Speaking of awards, now for the Oscars. I'd wear navy blue, in case you wondered.
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