The kids seem to be having a fabulous time in France. Their latest snaps include them visiting a palace in Versailles and spectating at the Tour de France.
They also sent a shot of themselves posing together before heading out for dinner.
The eldest looks solemn in monk’s robes – have I mentioned those? While the youngest is grinning in a slinky frock.
My children are a looooong way from being peas in a pod.
As for the monk’s attire, forgive me if I’ve blogged about it before. The robes were acquired from the Ukraine to wear to a fancy dress party, but the eldest was so enamoured with them that they became everyday attire.
I will never forget the look on my ex’s face when he arrived one afternoon to take the eldest to get a passport photo taken.
He emerged from his room in the robes. My ex cheerily commented on how cool the costume was, then a look of panic entered his eyes as he realised it wasn’t just a show and tell moment.
“Are … you … wearing that to get your passport photo taken,” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes!” the eldest cheerily replied.
My ex’s shoulders slump ever so slightly, then he squared them back up again and they headed off into the streets together. I may have giggled just a tiny bit after the front door closed.
I love that the eldest marches to their own drum and doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks.
The monk’s attire has been on high rotation over the last few months and must be quite the head turned on the Sydney bus system, as it is accompanied by a bowl cut, shaved eyebrows and a forehead piercing.
It has probably been fitting in perfectly in the French countryside during visits to churches – the eldest was very impressed with the ones in Troyes yesterday.
Meanwhile, the youngest has been swanning around in a vintage dress I bought at Bondi Markets many years ago (I was a bit surprised to see it had been packed as she’s never worn it on Australian soil). She is also enamoured with the French custom of sipping Lillet Blanc spritzes through sherbert straws. Never heard of that combo before!
Speaking of new innovations in drinks … I write a lot of stories about canned concoctions at Drinks Digest, but I rarely choose to drink them.
I have a handful of RTD favourites, such as Archie Rose and Curatif, but most of them don’t do it for me. They usually have a funny aftertaste that puts me off.
But samples of Aussie musician G Flip’s new alcoholic juice range called BOX landed on my doorstep last week and I tried one last night.
I agree with G Flip’s verdict: “No word of a lie, it tastes amazing.”
Created with Moon Dog Craft Brewery, the range comes in two flavours: BOX Apple Guava Alcoholic Juice and BOX Tropical Bang Alcoholic Juice.
I tried the Tropical Bang. Yum.
BOX has rolled out at BWS and Dan Murphy’s stores across the country.
End of product plug …
Song of the day: Edith Piaf “Non, Je ne regrette rien”
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