Who is this handsome fellasitting across the bistro table from me
on Ile St. Louis?
Waiter, can I get this to go?
I am a Southerner in the City, an aging debutante, a small town girl cursed with big city aspirations. My grandfather says that I’m at the cusp of feminine failure—I’m as old as a bottle of prime Tennessee whiskey (aged 25 years) and still single. I need to “get on home” and find a nice Southern boy—a doctor, maybe an insurance salesman. At this, I dig in my heels and set out to date every inappropriate man in Manhattan…
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Scrumdidilyumptious
Chocolate andspun sugar and
oh me oh my!
The French know how to do fancy and whimsical when you’re the birthday girl… Now where’s Charlie?
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Seeking Pied-a-Terre, Big Kitchen
Apartments to look at while in Paris: 2. 17, rue des Grands Augustins
3. 11, rue de Verneuil
Ms. Child’s alma mater to consider…
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