"LET THEM EAT CAKE—for the OVERACHEIVERS!"
GÂTEAU AU FROMAGE (Cheesecake)
Dearest gentle reader,
Were they but aware of the blood, the sweat, and the quiet tears that have shaped you into the remarkable soul you are today, they would stand in humbled admiration.
You are not merely accomplished—you are priceless, invaluable, exquisitely talented, and steadfast. Your worth is not to be measured, only to be esteemed.
Pray, let us raise a glass to the triumph that resides within you—for you, indeed, are the victor of your own most splendid story.
And do exercise restraint at the dessert table… even the most celebrated among us must not overindulge in cake.
P.S. YOUR CROWN IS WAITING...
- FIRST LADY
UN CAFÉ, S'IL VOUS PLAîT (a coffee, please)
Dearest gentle reader,
So the question still lingers—does life truly begin at forty? I once saw a clip of Cher being asked how she felt about getting older. Without hesitation, she replied, “It sucks.” I remember pausing at that. Does it? And if so… why? Is it simply because youth begins to slip quietly through our fingers? There’s a verse that often comes to mind: “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.” I’ve always known age would find me one day. It was never a matter of if—only when. But I never imagined it as something dreadful. In truth, I looked forward to it. Growing up, my family would laugh and say, “She acts like an old lady.” I never took offense. If anything, I wore it like a compliment. There was something about older women that always captivated me.
Have you ever truly observed the quiet splendor of an older woman?
There is something altogether captivating about her. She walks with deliberation, unhurried and assured. She moves with a certain grace that does not demand attention, yet commands it nonetheless. Her speech is measured, adorned with wisdom refined by experience. There is an eloquence about her—born not of vanity, but of having lived, endured, and prevailed.
She appears well kept, content, and settled within herself. One cannot help but wish to draw nearer, to sit in her presence, to hear her story. Her words seem to carry weight—substance gathered through seasons both bright and bitter. you find yourself wanting to sit a little closer, to hear more. To understand how she became so steady. Give me a cup of coffee, and I am all ears. Perhaps life doesn’t begin at forty. Perhaps it simply deepens. Let's just say to be continued...
P.S. YOUR CROWN IS WAITING...
- FIRST LADY
Weekend Getaway / Checklist
- Cell Phone
- Laptop/Tablet
- Headphones
- Disinfecting Wipes
- Film/Memory Card
- Electronic Chargers
- Passport
- Toothbrush
- Toothpaste
- Plackers /Floss
- Soap/Body Wash
- Deodorant
- Hair Brush
- Styling Tools
- Facial Cleanser
- Lotion
- Sunscreen
- Moisturizer
- Wipes
- Contact Lenses
- Glasses & Case
- Makeup
- Menstrual Products
- Prescription Medications
- Nail Clipper
- Tweezer
- Hand Sanitizer
- First Aid
- Underwear
- Socks
- Bras
- Razors
- Umbrella
- Sleepwear
- T-shirts
- Jeans
- Shorts
- A Dress
- Skirts
- Sweater
- Swimsuit
- Coat
- Shoes
- Belt
- Jewelry
- Purse
- Credit Card / ATM
FIRST LADY BY TALIA
LE CHATEAU
A weekend getaway was exactly what I needed — a true reset of mind & spirit. And so, as one does, I departed for Atlanta.
The plan? Handle a little business at the Bahamian Consulate...but also make room for some girl time and maybe secure a new wig and a lash or brow tech while I was at it. Priorities.
And yet...tell me how I found myself wandering into a French antiques boutique? I don't know. But I do know I'm in love. I'm obsessed. And I don't even feel bad about it.
Le Chateau received me with the most gracious hospitality — a greeting at the door and an offering of wine, champagne, or water, as if I were a long awaited guest rather than a curious passerby. And then, the most divine courtesy of all; space. Space to drift, to admire, to fall in love undisturbed.
I have long been a devotee of the hunt. Thrifting was my first romance — a skill passed down from my grandmother Alma. The thrill of uncovering hidden treasure? Irresistible. But antiquing...this is society's upper tier. The GRAND BALLROOM. The ton. The furnishing's were nothing short of magnificent --- each piece whispering of centuries past, of ateliers and artisans who carved and gilded with devotion. French antiques. Vintage heirlooms. Décor so sumptuous if felt almost improper to gaze too long. The beds — oh, the beds. A blush velvet masterpiece adorned with the most exquisite French carvings stopped me entirely. It did not simply sit in the room. It reigned. And above, a constellation of chandeliers --- no fewer than a hundred, it seemed — shimmered like captured starlight. The grand gilded mirrors were close contenders for my affection, towering and radiant, reflecting not merely images but eras. Every stroke of gold carried the romance of craftsmanship from a time when beauty was deliberate and detail divine. It was OPULENCE. It was history. It was a love letter to elegance.
Heaven Sent.
If you're ever in Atlanta, do yourself a favor and stop by. Just be prepared to fall in love.
P.S. YOUR CROWN IS WAITING...
- FIRST LADY
CHICAGO
THE MUSEUM OF ARTS
BISOU (Kiss)
THE COFFEE SHOPPE
RÉVER DES MONTAGNES (Mountain Views)
BIG SKY MONTANA
GROSSE POMME (The Big Apple)
NEW YORK, NY
MANTEAU DE FOURRURE (Fur)
FUR COAT SEASON
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