A Wake Up Call

We kept chickens for years. I adored them, especially my little angel bantam. She had dutifully laid an egg a day for several years. I remember how we had bought four additional chickens one day. We had happily settled down in expectation of hordes of eggs. I had used to love to look out in my garden,watching them peck tbeir way across the lawn. However a clash of personalities had soon developed between myself and one of my new brood. I remember well, the day my eyes had met with the particularly straggly looking bird. Dealing as I was with a challenging individual in the house, I was rather sensitive to anything trying to assert its will over me. My first thought had been,

I don’t like you.

My next one was

Don’t you dare start throwing your weight around. I have enough nonsense in the house, without trying to deal with some arrogant chicken.

I think I may have occasionally muttered.

Roast chicken sounds nice.

I had watched how this bird had begun to dominate my other little birds. They would be quietly minding their own business, heads down pecking away, then this annoying creature would start causing disruption. I could almost hear my other dear little chickens saying,

Not you again.

My relationship with this particular bird had soon deteriorated.

Then came the day I had noticed there was something a little different about our troublesome new”hen”

I had run in exclaiming,

It’s a rooster!

Of course nobody had really believed me, until it had started to crow tentively in the morning. At which point he was returned to the place from which he had been purchased, as we were not allowed to keep roosters in our suburban back yard. Shortly afterwards one of my less troublesome chickens had also shown signs of developing some unexpected plumage. This time I had recognised the signs. I was a little sad as this “hen” had never caused any particular issues but I had recognised he was a rooster and he had to go, before the neighbours began to receive an early morning wake=up call.

Once again a visit was paid to our chickens’ initial home , bird in tow.

It was reported back to me that our first straggly-looking bird which we had returned, was now a magnifient rooster.In the right place it had grown into a striking bird but in our backyard this “alpha chicken” had made itself most unwelcome.

Warning link contains two minutes of video of roosters crowing. Do not click early in the morning.

Source:YANG Edwin https://www.youtube.com/user/Tieminusa



Chanel Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2019



The Making of Chanel Spring Summer 2019 Haute Couture Clothes

Impressions of 2019 Chanel Spring/Summer Haute Couture Fashion Show

The Chanel Spring/Summer 2019 Haute Couture Show


My sewing skills are virtually zero. However I do love embroidery. I cannot give an expert opinion on the styles and materials of this show but I did come away from watching  The Haute Couture Show online, wanting to embroider and attach flowers all  over my clothes. The last time I was this inspired to sew, I was a teenager. I had lost weight and had decided to turn all my skirts into mini skirts.  I was a bit taken aback by the bridal dress and was pondering the reaction had I worn it at my own wedding but can recognise its beauty. She emerged looking like a nineteen forties Hollywood film star.

One of my favourite dresses from the show:

Source: Chanel.com


Chanel’s You Tube Channel




I just Googled to learn how they would have obtained, what I believe are ostrich feathers and apparently they can be obtained when the birds molt, without harm to the birds.



My European Side

France is quite literally part of my DNA. Almost every year we had French visitors of one sort or another – distant relatives, students etc etc. I even spent one Summer teaching French students English. It always struck me how effortlessly chic they all seemed. I was looking at Louis Vuitton handbags the other day and a long forgotten memory reached up from my subconscious. I remembered how a French lodger who had once stayed with us for a while, had owned a Louis Vuitton handbag. I was little more than a toddler at the time but somehow a vision of that handbag had found its way into my brain.

Almost every year growing up we had either had a French visitor or  had actually visited France. Dad had even taken us to a French war cemetery. One French visitor whom I had found particularly fascinating. had given me a silver charm bracelet, complete with an Eiffel Tower and an Arc de Triomphe among other things. He had also  me a given me a huge book entitled ‘This is Paris‘, which I had adored. I had  known F was vaguely related but none of us had known how. I had been told how F had been imprisoned and had almost faced the firing squad during WW2, as he had been part of The Resistance. I sadly recall The Arc de Triomphe had fallen off my bracelet even before he had left. This memory had resurfaced when my daughter had also lost one of the charms, as I have now passed my bracelet on to her.

My aunt had introduced me to French culture and Edith Piaf.My French is reasonably fluent so I have taught both English to French students and in my last job in the UK I taught  English students French.

It was interesting to take my Australian youngsters to France and to realise they did not seem to have that same connection. My daughter did however, appear to develop French mannerisms, while we were there. We had stayed in a beautiful old flat and I had remembered the film Sarah’s Key and had wondered what dramas the flat may have seen.

I  love French literature. One book in particular stays with me.

Le Silence de La Mer or The Silence of the Sea.

by Vercors.

I think it is one of the most passionate books I have ever read and yet Jeanne only fleetingly acknowledges the German officer upon his departure. The German soldier persists and tells them ( Jeanne and her father) about himself. Meanwhile Jeanne quietly falls in love with him. He eventually heads off to the Russian Front totally disillusioned with the cause for which he is fighting. I found the book absolutely heart-wrenching. At one point the German officer in the book speaks of the greatness of French literature and German classical music. When I have talked of Europe to my youngsters, I have talked in similar terms. We may be very diverse but we Europeans are all inextricably linked by our struggles.

Brexit may seek to take Britain out of the European Union but you will never take the European out of this particular woman.


Celia M Torres https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC98SHBfEH2Ws8ev3UQlndaQ

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