Wall project.

Colette | Lacanau | July 2015


Our latest project in the house is gilding the walls leading up the staircase with pictures. First, Xavier actually used the rolls of wall paper he brought back from France in 2011. Those rolls of paper are covering the walls in various places all over the house. Up the whole staircase - and it looks beautiful. He has also accumulated a medley of frames over the past few years, so the final bit is choosing the photographs. I got this honor.


Romy | Baugé | July 2015


Marguerite + Xavier | New York City | January 2012


Colette | l'Abbaye Notre-Dame de Sénanque | July 2013


Colette | Provincetown | July 2014


Colette + Marguerite | Harlem | July 2014


Marie + Xavier | Central Park | September 2010


Colette | Jamaica | June 2012


Jules + Marguerite | L'île de Noirmoutier | August 2011


Marguerite | Provincetown | July 2014


Xavier + Romy | New York City | January 2014


Emilie + Romy + Colette | New York City | September 2015


Marguerite + Colette | St. Aygulf | July 2014


Rosie + Colette | Harlem | March 2012


Colette + Marguerite | Baugé | July 2012


Romy + Emilie | Speculator | October 2015


Romy + Emilie | New York City | January 2014


Romy | Provincetown | August 2015


Emilie + Stephen | Provincetown | August 2012


Marguerite + Xavier | Les Landes | July 2012


Xavier + Emilie | Dublin | March 2009

Short days.

Short days, lanky evenings. Lots of time in our house – savoring little girls. Chain of command shifts – Colette isn’t top dog when Marguerite is around. She even takes direction.

Marguerite leads the singing – Une Souris Verte (you should hear Colette’s rendition), the 12 Days of Christmas, Romy’s Baby Beluga. Sisters gazing up with admiration at her trilling – Marguerite towering above (she is a head taller than anyone her age, attenuated physique just like Xavier’s at the same age).

She acts as chief delegate. Comforting Colette, an anguished look rumpling the skin of her face, Colette proclaimed, “I don’t want to die - I really don’t want to die.” “You have many years to live, Colette! Like 80!”

Marguerite also coached Colette to simply do it when, during a major tantrum, Colette was sprawled on the floor, wailing and screaming, “I just want to be happy! I just want to be happy!”

As a city-child, Romy still can’t get used to the idea of car travel/car seats. We put her in one and it is like a crate. She takes hold of the restraint straps and tries to writhe her way out, “I wann to gell out, now!” (Romy pronunciation). Marguerite is the only who manages to sit next to her and distract her – singing little ditties, playing with her toes.



Outside of a moving vehicle, Romy is honey. Little grin teasing. Easy air.



They are sweet all together – a troupe of tootsies. Shadow puppets, 4 in a bed, the stuff of winter.

Romy | 2 years old today