Thursday, March 10, 2011

Yes, She's BACK!!!!!

Yes! I am back. And thankyouverymuch for realizing I’ve been away for a month!

The ink on my divorce papers was dry all of 22 hours when I headed out of Washington County for some much needed R&R.

I didn’t want to publicize too much that I was skipping town, as this was the first time Alix has stayed behind without a parent. My darling friend Susanne played “mom” in the grandest way, and Alix migrated between her house and MCR.

And I must say that Alix did a GRAND job handing the day-to-day anklebiters that came up here in the month of February...things like house alarms going off at no reason at 4am...plumbing backing up....door locks not functioning properly.... The house did not look like World War III had erupted (well, not any more than it USUALLY does...) and I am so VERY proud of her!

And thanks for the quizzical look toward Chocolate Chip, the WonderLab. She went to Dr. Kristine and Dr. Sam’s Spa...aka the Sandersville Veterinary Clinic..where she was spoiled and pampered--and even managed to lose a few pounds!

So where was I??

Well---see if you can guess where CruiseGran and I went.......


















The story of the further adventures of Jane and E (and MerrillBob and Andi, and Suzanne and Bill) begin TOMORROW!!!!!!!!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Helen

Maybe it is hitting the half-century mark, maybe it is being single again after so many years, maybe it is reconnecting with old friends through Facebook. Maybe it is looking at my daughter Alix, and feeling a connection with her and her friends; seeing them begin their lives of independence.

Over the past year, I've felt a desire to look back at the women in my life-those women who formed me, who shaped the mentality that became "Elizabeth".

Helen Badt is one of the great women in my life.

Way back in high school, when my friend Nancy and I started hanging out together, I naturally got to meet her parents, Helen and Joe. Within weeks, I was referring to them as “Mamma and Daddy Badt” and I continue to do so today.

I close my eyes, and the first image that comes to mind is -- salad dressing. I kid you not. Vinagrette. Made from scratch. The only salad dressing I had seen was in a bottle. Hers was mixed up with a fork in an everyday water glass. Oil, red wine vinegar, a pinch of this and a pinch of that. Any left over was put in the refrigerator. I can see it sitting there, as if it were yesterday.

Flank Steak. We never had flank steak at my house. It was something different…and I loved it.

Erma Bombeck columns posted on the refrigerator. Especially the one that has the quote “But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all” . Didn’t believe it then. Totally understand it now.

Home-cooked Prom dinners served using the best china and crystal. With Joe in his tux acting as waiter. Treating us like the grown-ups we THOUGHT we were.

Always immaculately dressed. Her face always “on”. Care and attention to detail.

Amazing needlepoint. Her sense of space and form were miles ahead of everyone else.

Watching her at the sewing machine. Her perfectionism . Patience. Fiddling to get it right.

Feeling loved.

Once I became a parent, I understood that it takes a village to raise a child. I realized how blessed I was growing up with so many of my mother’s friends who acted as role models for me.

Helen really was like a second mother. In so many ways, her life experiences were different from my mother’s, so knowing her gave my life a depth, a richness, that only now I am able to begin to understand and appreciate.

She was-and is-and will always be- a blessing in my life.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Happy Birthday, Mama!!

Today is my mom’s birthday.



She would rake me over the coals for divulging how many candles on the cake…so I won’t. I will simply remind her she’s still ”on the right side of the dirt”, as Paula Deen says.

It is not hyperbole to say that I would not have survived this past year had it not been for Mama. She has protected me, hugged me, cried with me. She’s encouraged me, funded me, championed me.

She has taken me to magical places that I never imagined I would see. Lions and leopards. Snake Charmers. Moroccan olive merchants and Arabic rug sellers.

She has given me the strength to keep going.

She has shown me by example how to be a better mother.

Those of you who know Jane Hutchinson James will know all of the following...
but those of you who don’t have the privilege, let me tell you a little about her.

In no particular order…

She’s a terrific bridge player.

She exercises daily (almost). Walking and water aerobics. Yoga when we are on a cruise.

She loves white tulips.

She belongs to the Twentieth Century Club, where she has to write a major paper once a year. And present to the club.

She is a voracious reader. She is never without a book.

She loves New York City.

She’s addicted to crossword puzzles.

She is passionate about music, especially opera. One of her favorite charities brings opera into elementary and middle schools, in the hopes that children will learn a love of music at an early age.

If she’s sees French Onion Soup on a menu, she will order it.

She was once the Sugar Plum Fairy in the Nutcracker.

She’s an avid supporter of community revitalization.

She is a planner. A really meticulous planner. Rarely leaves anything to chance. (It’s why her parties always seem effortless and perfect!)

She is always immaculately dressed. Yep, even on safari, she looked great.

She’s a licensed chalice bearer and lay reader in the Episcopal Church.

She has legs that would make a Rockette envious.

She’s a proud member of the National Society of Colonial Dames in America .

She’s a trustee of Centenary College. And, yes, she looks very dashing in her academic robes!

Her favorite meal is French Dinner on Crystal Cruises.

All things considered, she’d rather be shoe shopping.


(Mama and first cousin Suzanne)

Mrs. James, Jane, CruiseGran, Mama….whatever name she goes by, she is loved, admired and respected by so many people.


(the gang with Kris Hiers at my birthday brunch in October)

I love you, Mama. Happy Birthday! Many happy returns of the day!!!!!!!

Beautiful Rustic Bookshelves

The Improvised Life has struck again.

I have found so many creative ideas from this blog- it's one of my favorite reads every day.




These bookshelves struck me as so chic, yet rustic. Repurposed, no-frills, strong and grounded. Practical, yet whimsical.

Even after a HUGE purge, I still have an enormous amount of books. And, as much as I love IKEA, I really want something more eclectic than basic Billy bookshelves.

This look will DEFINITELY be appearing at Maison Cou Rouge SOON!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Nancy

Everyone needs a Jewish mother in his or her life.

I have Nancy.

Nancy wasn’t always a Jewish mother. When I first met her, she was a Jewish American Princess of the first order. That was 1974, and we were beginning high school at Saint Vincent’s Academy. We became steadfast friends, and have remained so through time and distance.

Nancy never forgets an anniversary or birthday. She sends cards. She calls. She's been married for over 25 years to Sam, one of the nicest guys I've ever met. They are the parents of three GORGEOUS girls...Karen, Elizabeth and Jenna.

When Nancy is not being the "mom with the mostest", she's out volunteering, doing everything she can to make this world a better place, not just for her family, but for her community and the world.

And she has gorgeous nails.

Nancy lives 3 ½ hours away, in the “big city” of Charlotte, in the great state of North Carolina. We had been plotting and planning for years to get together, but life had thwarted us until last November. We had such fun, we plotted a long weekend with “our girls” (Jenna is ten months older than Alix).

So, last Friday, Alix and I piled in the car and headed north. It was a weekend of shopping, food, and seeing “Billy Elliot.”

Nancy spoiled us rotten, as only a Jewish mother can. We were fed. We were Starbucks’d.



We were driven all over town. We watched Nancy pump gas. (those of you who knew Nancy in high school know just how absurd this concept is. I provide photographic images as proof.)





We shopped. We played with rescue animals that were being adopted.



We were couponed (saving money while spending it is one of Nancy’s passions). We made new friends. We laughed. We explored new neighborhoods. (Yes, Nancy, I know you were a bit out of your comfort zone in NoDa



but thanks for trekking us out there!)

We saw the national touring company of Elton John’s “Billy Elliot” that was every bit as good as the production I saw in New York.



We had an adventure. It was grand.

And to top it all off, in less than 30 minutes, we found a prom dress and shoes.

Win. Epic Win.


ps to Jenna....to prove that your mother wasn't ALWAYS a cook....I show you a copy of the recipe she gave me.....



Jenna-thank you for being so kind to Alix. She had a blast and can't wait to get together with you again...SOON!

Nancy--thank you for your love and precious friendship for over 35 years. Thank you for your shoulder to lean on when I need it, the glass of wine when I want it, and the chocolate when I shouldn't have it.

You are more special than you will ever know!!!