Le blog de Marie

Unforgettable

leblogdemarie — Sat, 11 May 2013 15:41:28 +0000

…That’s what you are.

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Wishing all the moms out there a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend!

leblogdemarie — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 18:27:12 +0000

Sometimes you just have to stop and listen to what the universe is trying to tell you. In my case the message is clear—take five. Maybe I’ll even take ten. Time for a little break. I’ll be back soon.

In the meantime…

Wishing you a wonderful weekend and a Happy Easter! Hope you find countless reasons to smile!

xo—

Midweek Classic

leblogdemarie — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 12:21:57 +0000

That is the question my siblings and I ask to this day—How did she do it? How did she manage to look so put together, so stylish, while juggling five kids, five kids who looked pretty stylish themselves, wouldn’t you agree

CHILL

leblogdemarie — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 11:58:25 +0000

No matter that spring hasn’t shown up here yet. I spent a quiet weekend with family, relaxing around the fire, eating comfort food, watching movies, and reading—perfect! Hope you had a great one!

Things That Make Me Smile

leblogdemarie — Fri, 22 Mar 2013 18:43:23 +0000

Happy Friday, everyone! Are you as excited as I am that the weekend is here? I had one of those weeks that you don’t want to repeat. I had to say goodbye to my beloved Pug, Maggie. I did not want to let her go and found those final moments with her gut wrenching. Still, as difficult as it was, an old friend really put everything in perspective for me with these simple words: Letting go is hard but it is your last gift to her. My last gift to her. I read those words and knew instantly he was right. Maggie could no longer see or hear or even stand on her own. Things had gotten that bad. I take comfort in knowing that she is finally at peace. I imagine her running free (or maybe just lounging ) with her brother Max, who we lost six months ago. The two were inseparable and just knowing they’re together again makes me smile.

{My beautiful daughter with Max & Maggie, circa 2001}

Seems like just a moment ago that I took this photograph. It’s one of my favorites!

Below are some links for you to peruse this weekend. Check out…

The retrospective. A rock star, actor, and producer of other-worldly proportions will be the featured attraction at London’s Victoria and Albert Museum beginning tomorrow, March 23rd. Ziggy Stardust, anyone?
The trend. Travel lightly, especially when it comes to handbags.
The book. An incredible look at Gotham City after hours.
The punch. As in tropical from J.Crew
The post. I know St. Patrick’s Day is over but do yourself a favor and take the time to read this beautiful piece about time and the power of now. The author references one of my favorite quotes by Irish poet, John O’Donohue:

“That which seems to pass away on the surface of time is in fact transfigured and housed in the tabernacle of memory.”

Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Hope you find countless reasons to smile!

xo—

Midweek Classic

leblogdemarie — Wed, 20 Mar 2013 20:16:30 +0000

Sweet Sorrow

leblogdemarie — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 18:09:16 +0000

Not easy letting go of my sweet Maggie yesterday. She’s been a constant presence in my life for nearly 16 years. I will remember her always as a joy, a bright spot, a friend till the end. Until we meet again, sweet Maggie. Until we meet again.

Weekend Wonders

leblogdemarie — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 14:05:10 +0000

Things That Make Me Smile

leblogdemarie — Sat, 16 Mar 2013 00:42:42 +0000

When Irish eyes are smiling, sure ’tis like a morn in spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing,
When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.
~Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr. (lyrics), Ernest R. Ball (music)

Oh, did he have the Irish eyes—deep set and dark brown—they usually spoke before he ever uttered a word. Handsome and heartfelt in his convictions, my father proudly wore his Irish on his sleeve and encouraged us kids to do the same. His father was an Irish immigrant who came to the U.S. as a young man in his 30s. My dad, deeply influenced by his dad, would, after tipping back a beer or two or four, easily slip into an Irish brogue as though he too were from the old country. I still vividly recall a childhood, that when St. Patrick’s Day would roll around each year my siblings and I would go off to school wearing all the green we could handle, covered in pins that said things like “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” and other such sentiments. My mother, always amused, would jokingly remind us that we were French, too, but we didn’t seem to hear her in our frenzy to get out the door This weekend as I celebrate an important part of my heritage I will have a beer or two or four and I will think of my dad and his Irish eyes—the finest I have ever seen.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Hope you find countless reasons to smile!

xo—

Midweek Classic

leblogdemarie — Wed, 13 Mar 2013 13:06:33 +0000