Conan the hunter (a totally disgusting story)

My posh kitten, my pride, is a tiger inside! haha! I was actually so proud when I followed him the other day (see guys, always keep your camera in your pocket! that's the only way to get crispy scoops!).
Conan had found a hole, and just kept trying to put his paws inside.

I thought he was playing with stones.

But my boy looked excited, jumping around, coming back. He was really trying to pull something out of the hole.
I bent down and was to check inside when a super nasty pair of eyes looked at me from the darkness (I screamed, ran to the house, really jumped on the wood table and called for heeEEEEeeelp!!!).

 A big, enormous and very ugly toad (he looked so mean, thank god I was much bigger) was there.
I'll never dream of fairy tales anymore (it was about time, I knowwww)

Kissing frogs and toads, no thanks. Give me a real prince!

Anyway, we gave a chance to the toad to escape Conan. Just one chance. Then, I would have let mother nature do its job and Conan get his first prey.

The ugly toad escaped.
He will probably meet a girlie toad, live happily ever after. And get..... lots of ugly baby toads!


(told you it was a disgusting story ;-)

Marie-Antoinette syndrome (chapter 10)

noooo I don't have much in common with the headless queenette, except my love for lil sheep! and big castle, okok. And romantic escapades. Right. And sexy gentilhommes * shrugging *

But I have a big weakness for lil sheep... We got Cesar (that you can see on the left) and Rosalie when they were babies. 4 years ago.
Now they are 12! yeah! Cesar's a big boy, full of energy! hehe

A lil treasure was born on Friday night.

She does not have a name yet. It's a girl and she's so cute! You should hear her lil calls to her mama.

She never leaves her, always stuck to her mama.

And I spent long times among them before getting back to Paris, and in the cuteness kingdom, they get the golden crown!

Back to my beloved pollution!

...and to my high heels (wearing them already!) and oh god, to my big BOY! Yeah, my big computer! Large screen, real keyboard and enjoyable mouse... God, that makes a difference!


I'm sorry for the lack of words here and there, on blogs, on FB. It was hard to get time to sit and enjoy. I'll take my revenge : ))

okok, I'm just posting my holiday postcards for now and relax a bit : )


During this past month, I can say I was quite relaxed, yet always thinking hard... about work mainly. Love too, sex sometimes. I'm transparent.

Not a clear blue sky in my head though, never. I enjoy that pretty much.








My devils, my demons. Loup caught in the toilets again (after 35 minutes, I start to worry!), this time with my books about pin-ups! lol. Really....... so cute!

My tigers... loved the countryside of course, and easily got used to it. We had many cuddles times and lazy times. So different from the past years. Perfect













And of course... beach stuff.
Hey it's summer after all : ))

Bretonie (part 1)

A week I've been here now... And I'm not suffering from lack of civilization yet! Yeah!
Gotta say the lil house is getting so cosy and comfortable, the hard works for years are paying for sure! :)

So far (yes, yes, enfer et damnation, I am talking of the weather) we've got one beautiful day only. Sunshine, lazy mood and rosé wine (I like rosé, shame on me!;-)

3 hours of sun and rosé wine versus 6 days of rain and delicious planteur cocktails. Life isn't bad in Bretonie!

I welcome the rain, I could work without frustration on the orders I brought with me.
Better, I've started working for myself. Looking through the looking-glass you know. Loving it.

I want to update my blog regularly and I will, I'm just sorry for the bad quality of the photos... my screen is so bad that I can hardly see what I am posting (sigh).

Martin, the devils and demons are like in paradise. It is good to see them enjoying the time without the Parisian stress (that I love : )

Top (mini) chef

Loup really enjoying the comfort of his Brettonish kitchen...

I'm quite happy I hate cooking! : ))

Waving goodbye to lovely Bretonie

First day back in Paris... first concert (!), first friends ("Woaaaaaaa! it's been a months I've been waiting for you", so France shouted as taking me into her arms! hehe that was sweet)... first happy times with school friends for the devils, first bonjour every 3 seconds as walking outside. Paris is truly a great city to me, warm and friendly.
But cold, shit, I need sun and heat already...

I woke up 2,3 times last night, not knowing where I was anymore. Expecting strange birds to sing, old Bretonish ghosts to move around. But I'm adjusting already.

Summertime in Bretonie was really some kind of experience. And I don't talk of the sunbaths only. A total independence. Far from the family (...), far from everything. I've discovered great neighbours, some making the best drinks, the others already keeping the devils at night sometimes, and another one always bringing food for 10 when invited! lol
Then I got the visit from dear friends there, their presence changed everything. I've spent some times of true happiness.


Comfort was limited, as I had no kitchen, nothing to make the laundry, nothing to warm up the house but the fireplace. But it was fine, perfect.

The little tavern on the prairie (5 crowns!)

I had no idea what would this room become.
Suddenly it looks and feels like an old tavern, no kidding!

The old table (18th century, yeah I'm proud and I bet the table has seen lots of pretty asses! :P), the candles and oil lamps, the "ivrognier" (just the name is inspiring, I can't translate it, just know that "ivrogne"is a drunk man, an "ivrogner is some kind of old furniture in which you can put bottles). I don't have enough bottles yet. lol. Well, we have, but they never last!

There's also a Christ somewhere, I did not want him in my house. Can anyone start a petition for me? :P

Anyway, when you enter this room, you are in a tavern! You only see half of it on the pics, there's also that big fireplace in the middle of it! ... and when you start sipping your Bretonnish (or not) beverage, then you expect thieves and whores and weird creatures (like you!) anytime! I love it!














Besides, I think I beat Caroline Ingalls on her own ground (phewwwwww!): the lil tavern on the prairie sound much more cool!

More of my den

I wanna show you much more of the new works done in the hobbit house, but I'd like to find first the ooold photos of how it was before. To provoke some heart attacks (and deep pride) you know :P

Here's my lil place, tiny corner, just for myself. I have my computers, my painting tools, my hairbrush, my makeup and lots of shoes hidden behind my desk. Paradise!

Hobbit house heating system

Not very cheap (this 1m3 of wood cost 85 euros .. dunno how cheap or not that is!..?), but looking good and being promising!

Some free lil hands to carry it were very welcome, I wasn't very efficient at it.


Now I have to manage to light a proper fire, which is not the case so far. Queenette of the BBQ but still slave to the fire. pfff

Priceless reward

Been a week the devils and I are in the hobbit house. They have their bedroom and I have my corner from where I can work, update my bloggie, surf, enjoy music, be lazy, etc

I had no idea how it would feel to be here on my own, with a lack of comfort (I'm a city girl, sorry!)

It feels good, that's my reward! The devils are so happy to have their own place where they can do whatever they want, and I feel totally independent from anything. Time, family, etc. That feels great.

Now I've worked hard to get my corner's ready, think I deserve some good naps in the sun in the next days :)

But I'm proud, really of the efforts, the results.


The new level of freedom I've reached, motivating to reach other levels.