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Francophile Friday: Pain et Chocolat

21.9.12

Illustration of Pain & Chocolat, Paris, by Shell-Sherree: ink & watercolour 

Another weekend: another Paris pastry crawl.  Whoever said one can have too much of a good thing must surely have been one baguette short of a picnic.  Thanks to dear Genie for the inspiration for today's illustration.  She'll be sitting in one of those chairs very soon.  According to Genie's reconnaissance, the lovely hubby and wife team who own Pain & Chocolat do the baking and serving themselves, and lap blankets are provided in the cooler months.  {That's lap blankets, not lap dances, but perhaps if asked nicely...}  While my thoughts can turn to putting away the winter woollies, I have deferred to the seasonal lead of Paris in choosing our attire for today.  But lest we take ourselves too seriously, I'd love to team it with thisAnd this.  Could any day not be made brighter by a skateboarding pug?  And on that note...

Happy Francophile Friday to you!

Pain et Chocolat
16, avenue la Motte Picquet
75007, Paris

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Francophile Friday: La Cure Gourmande, Paris

4.5.12

 ink pen & watercolour illustration, 7" x 8.75" [18 x 22.5cm] BROWSE PRINTS

I'm all for medicinal chocolate, medicinal biscuits and medicinal lollies ~ mind you, being brought brandy by a Saint Bernard would be a hard act to follow.  There's minimal risk of that in Paris, however, so let us self-prescribe with sweet abandon at La Cure Gourmande.  Thanks to dear Virginia of Paris Through My Lens for inspiring my illustration today.  Merci, ma chère, comme toujours.

And thanks to all the fine detail, I'm about to consult my Fanciful Pharmacopoeia of Sweet Somethings to see what will stop the fine lines dancing in front of my eyes.  {Better in front of my eyes than around my eyes...}  On the other hand, we could throw research to the winds and see what La Cure has to offer.   {There are several in Paris and elsewhere in France, Belgium, Spain and 'autres pays' around the world.} Time for a quick wardrobe change then we're set.  And on that note...

Happy Francophile Friday to you!
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Fashionable Friday: Mise/Pretty Far West Illustrated Gift Guide

9.12.11

ink & watercolour illustration by Shell-Sherree - curation by Mise/Pretty Far West
~ see below for links to individual items ~

Fortified by a magnum of champagne and fruit mince pies, we arrive at the second in our little teensy mini-series of illustrated gift guides, curated by a few of my favourite style bloggers and illustrated by little teensy me.  Last Friday, we were in Provence with Vicki Archer of French Essence.  Today, we travel par avion Pretty Far West to Ireland, where our guest curator Mise can be found plucking dewy blooms from the garden and nonchalantly arranging them in an endless array of Bonne Maman jars, before working some W.B. Yeats into her needlepoint project, perched on her pink and white toile de jouy Louis chair, warmed by her ivory stove as her sourdough rises in the kitchen.  All this before breakfast.  If ever there was a reason to visit Ireland {and there are many, to be sure}, visiting their Queen of Fudge, Wit and Domesticity is an excellent one.  Many of you will know Mise from our frivolous and fanciful deep and meaningful discussions in the comments, so you'll be keenly aware of her inimitable humour and charm, and her choices for our gift guide reflect that in spades.  {Hers is pink, I'm rather sure.}

I asked Mise if she could choose anyone to dress up as Santa and climb down her chimney, who would it be and why.  To which she replied, "I'd choose your dear self, as we'd surely have the best of chats by the fire, sipping champagne and munching florentines as we spoke of the nature of whimsy and whether pale blue can overcome all strife. I might not insist on the Santa suit, though, if you would prefer to wear a divine frock."  Thank you ~ I would be profoundly honoured, dear Mise!  I'll get back to you regarding attire, though I'm leaning towards this Tom Ford number, as I know your chimney would be impeccably clean. And on that note...

Happy Fashionable Friday to you!

Mise/Pretty Far West gift guide sources [left to right, top to bottom]: (1) Brian de Staic Fuchsia Earrings; (2) Vogue Pattern Sixties Dress; (3) Joules Bobble Hat; (4) Labour & Wait Milk Pan; (5) Hotel Chocolat Cabinet; (6) Barbican Pendant Lights; (7) Aspinal Vanity Case; (8) Berry Red Boudoir Chair; (9) Runaway Coast Striped Cushions

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Waiter, There's Something in My Cake

23.3.10


ink & watercolour illustration, 7.25" x 8.25" [18.5 x 21cm]
If you visited last Tuesday and followed the comments, today's celebration won't be a surprise to you.  As this seems a popular time for birthdays, we're having the equivalent of the office group hug birthday party, where we'll all stand around with our coffee mugs, blowing paper whistles and either mumbling or singing loudly with misplaced confidence to everyone having a birthday in the next few weeks. 

But I'm shining the limelight on two in particular, both well known in these parts ~ PopCultureNerd and Petrea of Pasadena Daily Photo {aka Petit PDP}.  Since they are both actors, writers and bloggers and live in the same approximate part of the globe, I decided to put them in charge of entertainment.  Maybe sometime soon they'll bust out of that cake and start dancing for us, if it's not too much trouble {tap, tap, tap...}   Or they might just start eating their way out.  It's double chocolate with caramel flowers, in case you're wondering.  Here's an antique silver fork and spoon ~ I polished them especially.   And on that note...

Happy Birthday dear Petrea and PCN, and to all those who fit the paper birthday cap!
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Francophile Friday: Ei-Ffel Like Macarons

12.2.10

ink & watercolour illustration, 7" x 8.75" [18 x 22.5cm]

Macarons and the Eiffel Tower all in one illustration?  "What's the special occasion, Shell?" you ask.  And you would be wearing your astute and perceptive hat, or better yet, beret ~ we're marking a special occasion, indeed.

One of my beautiful girlfriends is having a certain birthday in a few days.  I really wish we were celebrating together, and if we happened to be in Paris, even better.  I'll leave it up to her to put up her hand if she feels so inclined, but only if she really wants to.  Otherwise, she can remain a woman of mystery and we who are worldly~wise will nod sagely and not let curiosity get the better of us while she keeps her own counsel about such things.  This much of a hint I disclose: she will really love this scenery!!

Thanks to sweet Katie for the gorgeous photo inspiration.  As Katie is presently travelling in exotic locations, I can't check, but I'm pretty sure {based on the chandelier and ceiling} that this was taken while she was pressed up against Stohrer's window, though not at the same time as Virginia.   Since 1730, this dreamy pâtisserie has been producing some of the most delicious calories ever to be walked off in Paris.  There are so many chocolate and violet macarons here, we can all enjoy them and I'm sure no-one at Stohrer will be any the wiser that we got up to mischief in their window.  So, Happy Birthday, nearly-birthday-girl, and on that note...

Happy Francophile Friday to you all!
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Melbourne Cup Tipping the Macarons Way

3.11.09


graphite & watercolour illustration on cotton paper, 6.75" x 4.5" [17 x 12 cm]


It's Melbourne Cup Day ~ so let's eat macarons!  At around 3:00pm AEST, the horse race that stops the nation will stop the nation.  It's the richest and most prestigious "two-mile" handicap in the world.  All over Australia, we're celebrating ~ it's a festive, feel-good day, whether you typically follow the gee-gees or not.  Those like me {clueless} have 'a little flutter' and put one dollar each way bets on horses based on their names, colours, numbers, and touching stories.  The serious types will study form guides and videos and check the weather reports in hopes of picking the winning trifecta from a field of 24 horses {Australian, New Zealand and a bunch of internationals as well} over the generally-untested 3,200 metres.  And inevitably, at least one of the three place-getters will be a 'roughie'.  {Hub uncharitably refers to such rogues as 'nags' as he tears his slips into little tiny pieces afterwards.}  Office sweepstakes proliferate, fashions include high heels and hats or fascinators ~ not to mention what the women are wearing.  Any food that's half-passable when eaten with bubbly is the snack of choice for the day. 

And so, we arrive at today's macarons ~ delightful any time, but especially so with champagne.  Though I'll be eating the local variety made here in Brisbane, these are of the genu-ine Parisian persuasion ~ a napkinful of Gérard Mulot macarons, photographed by Virginia shortly before scrompfing them.  What's that, Virginia? Oh. Sorry, I meant, "slowly savouring them".  My guess on the flavours? Chocolate and caramel.  Or maybe rum & raisin and coffee.  Taking this as 'a sign' from above, I was going to place my bet based on which of the Cup runners are chocolate or caramel coloured.  Turns out that didn't narrow the field much.  Enjoy your Cup Day, whatever you're doing!   {Thank you for the mouthwatering photo, Virginia!!}
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Sitting Pretty

13.6.09


Elizabeth Arden's Pretty fragrance has a pretty website to suit. And the delicate ruffles of tulle in this dress tap into many a woman's childhood ballerina fancies. I quite fancy myself lounging around on a chaise like this one, gazing into my handheld mirror, cushioned softly and sweetly by intoxicatingly fragrant peonies large enough to warrant the horticultural equivalent of steroid tests, while a butler who looks suspiciously like Hugh Jackman feeds me dark chocolate Cointreau truffles. OK, that last bit isn't in their ad. But it should be...

The fragrance is irresistible, charming and feminine, with a combination of floral, fruit and wood. The bottle was inspired by the shape of a bud vase. If you want to make the daydreaming process easier, you'll be sitting Pretty with this.



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It's Beginning to Feel a Lot Like Christmas

8.12.08

By SHELL SHERREE

If I woke up with amnesia and needed to find our mailbox, I’d only have to follow the trail of rolled up Christmas sales catalogues tossed over our fence.

We have a No Junk Mail sticker on it. How thoughtful that they comply by throwing the junk mail into the garden instead. Clearly we need a sticker with more explicit instructions.

The other day, I pulled a Christmas Card from my hubby's elderly aunt out of said mailbox. We were visiting her that very night but she seems to enjoy mailing our card come rain, hail or shine and we've had plenty of all three, so it was no surprise to find it there.

Aunt Teensy's (name changed to protect me) festive bake-up is as reliable as her Christmas Card. Each year, we have our Santa celebrations with her early in December (she has a very busy dance card and slots us in before the perm relaxes). This year, as always, she fondly sent us home with fruit cake, shortbread, coconut macaroons, jars of mixed lollies and mixed milk choc-coated indiscernibles. I nearly slipped into a sugar coma in the car and that was just from cradling them on my knees. Ironically, she has diabetes. I have to wonder if she is trying to live out her sweet cravings through us.

I don't usually eat lollies and mixed milk choc-coated indiscernibles. (Technical note: Dark chocolate is an antioxidant, not a lolly.) But I make a polite exception this time each year and snort my way through them at a cracking pace on the pretext of getting rid of them so that I'll stop eating them. (Somewhat like tidying up for the cleaner.) This year, however, the thought that the lollies could have been made in China and filled with melamine flitted through my head. Not that Aunt Teensy would have bought such things had she known, but I'm not sure if she keeps a finger on the pulse of world news nowadays or merely checks periodically to make sure it's still alive.

I couldn't look at the lollies in the same way after that and threw them away. I'm rather fond of my kidneys and have no desire for them to produce me some new kitchen cupboard doors. I believe we have shops for that kind of thing.
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Weather Forecast: Barmy then Balmy

24.10.08

By SHELL SHERREE

I feel that I need to apologise for causing the unseasonal cold-ish snap we're having. There's a modicum of a chance it could be my fault.

No sooner had I packed away the winter clothes than the winds started to blow from Antarctica. (Rather vigorously.) I refuse point blank, however, to undo my Seasonal Wardrobe Exchange . To do so would cause me to have to redo it again shortly thereafter, as the weather would somehow know I'd done it and would snap back up the thermometer again, until I swapped over yet again, at which time temperatures would drop again, thus creating a chicken-and-the-egg scenario and causing everyone in both hemispheres to be permanently ill-clad and calendar manufacturers to be horribly confused.

So to prevent the earth wobbling off its axis, I am prepared to sacrifice my own comfort. By leaving my winter clothes safely slumbering in their cedarwood hibernation, I will cause the weather to naturally restore itself to its appropriate place in the order of things, and all that is verging on balmy will be upon us again any day now. Then you can thank me. (Please send chocolates - before it gets too hot. KoKo Black would be nice.)
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