Fun facts? We’ve got fun facts:
I am short. That’s not so funny but I just wanted to specify it because every time someone sees me in real life after having seen pictures that someone tells me: “but you looked so much taller”. There you go, that’s kinda funny… I’m really 1m64!
Thanks to me (I whistle a lot), my dear teen has a strangely vast knowledge of really ridiculous songs from the 90’s (the goal being to find the one with the most… or least… eh you know, lyrics). Our number one favorite is “I will survive you” by the not-so-famous French singer Jean-Pierre François and I can’t help but translate a few verses for you here:
In Chinese mirrors
In the gaze of a cat
In the wings of a bird
In the strength of a tree
In the color of the water
I will survive you
In the tremors of the heart
In the words of a song
In lift cages
In anger and fear
Trembling with emotion
I will survive you.
There you go. It’s total nonsense but it always gives us a good laugh.
Ten years ago, I invented a story called “Roger and Schpountz” which is made up of several episodes. Roger is a 7-year-old boy, his dog is called Schpountz (he speaks, naturally) and his father is Roger, a Nobel Peace Prize beholder. Roger and Schpountz spend their time building rockets (which fly) with fur steering wheels (because rockets have steering wheels, naturally, and just don’t ask about the fur). They save the world on a daily basis and fly to the moon as often as I go for the groceries shopping (way too often). Roger also has a horse whose name is Bariolette. Yet Bariolette has a problem: she’s an alcoholic, which is tough, especially for a horse…
When I’d tell these stories I often started off with “And so” which translates as “Et ne voilà pas” but I’d say a slang and mumbled “Et vlatipa” instead, just to hear my dear teen (who wasn’t a teen back then) ask me who the hell this “vlatipa” was. How dare I spare her the introduction of a new character?
I am sorry to inform you that these stories were targeted at a very young public. From 5 to 6 years of age. They still talk about it a decade later though.
I am also sorry to inform you that my own dog was called Schpountz at the time.
There you go, the following pictures have nothing to do with the text but I’m sure no one will mind, right? 😉
Yvette vintage dress – Gucci heels – Vintage gloves – Stuart Weitzman clutch