Sunday, 29 November 2015
Owen is currently growing himself a rather resplendent head of hair. In Owen's mind his flowing golden locks bring him ever closer to his hirsute ideal: Rapunzel. To the rest of us, he is Kurt Cobain in embryo. No matter, everyone is happy. He is the only boy with long hair in his class, and indeed the only boy with long hair among our friends and acquaintance. Once again, I thank my lucky stars that my boy is merrily skipping along his own path.
And the bed head is even more impressive from the back.
Wednesday, 18 November 2015
This was my minibeasts on the beach this afternoon (apologies for terrible photo taken on my phone).
And this was my kids on the beach two weeks ago (apologies for terrible photo taken with Matilda's bloggie, which makes the sky look grey when in fact it was blue as blue).
We have been having the most amazing run of beautiful autumn weather, we have been out and about, and the minibeasts have been permanently either semi or fully nude. Now is when living in the south of France seems about the best possible thing in the world to me. All around us the vines are turning glorious shades of golden red, we can spend all day basking in the sunshine, and there are pretty much no tourists! Now is our time! I've been a bit off cameras so haven't recorded much but in any case, my photos never capture the singular mélange of unseasonable warmth and fading autumn sunshine.
That said, I am also looking forward to the predicted drop of 10° this weekend. Because I'm not sure I could cope with Christmas at 20° plus, that just wouldn't be right (sorry Australia, but a hot Christmas is weird). But I thank whoever came up with the idea of the south of France for leaving us south-of-Francers an Indian summer to enjoy after all the tourists have gone home.
Monday, 2 November 2015
|Cutest little pumpkin under the blazing southern sun|
The holidays are over. Gosh darn it, we had fun. A post later. Maybe. But in the meantime, some photos of the Halloween festivities. For the first time we celebrated Halloween properly this year at a fête organised by the local school in my belle-soeur Steph's village. To me, it felt slightly weird trick or treating in broad, 25° daylight, but sweets are sweets and the kids had a whale of a time.
So did we! I am meant to be Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas, and I'll have you know I sewed that dress myself. It took me hours... days!! At last, a sewing project perfect for my unique lack of skills. To the left, our friends Bernard and Olivia, to the right, my belle-maman, who I thought was rather brilliantly disguised as Cruella de Vil.
And this is Pascal in his amazing home-made mask. His was the most chic Halloween costume I have ever seen.
Not so practical when it came to supping the much-appreciated beer at the end of the afternoon though...
In the evening we ate tartiflette and danced under a giant orange tent. Not entirely complimentary activities but a great time was had by all :)
p.s. I should mention, Owen was not simply a red-nosed ghost, he is Zero, Jack's ghost dog, also from The Nightmare before Christmas. He really got into his role, and eventually we had to calmly but firmly ask him to cease his overenthusiastic yipping.