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Category: French History

Louis XIV And The Triumph Of The Big Wigs

  Hair. As women we obsess over it. We slather it with products to make it bouncy, shiny, straight or curly. Back in the 80’s some of us were even mean enough to tease it. It’s not just us though, men are just as guilty. Maybe they don’t discuss it as much as we do, but they’re smart enough to understand we ladies appreciate a well-groomed…

When Dirt Ruled: The Banning of the Bath

  It’s a good thing there aren’t any scratch and sniff history books. Sure, the smell of Martha Washington’s cookies or the hanging gardens of Babylon would make nice pages, but the number of historical olfactory transgressions probably outnumber everything pleasant. Of course the Ancient Romans had public baths to keep everyone smelling like roses, and although they introduced the practice to much of Europe dark days eventually fell…

The Smart Girls Guide to the Impressionist

  Like everything else in life art has a story. When you look at a drawing, painting, or sculpture it’s only a tiny peek into a whole complex world. Like a flower poking through the dirt, it’s merely the tip of something deeper. It’s love, hate, struggle, envy—all wrapped up in paint and canvas. Just dig a little and you’ll uncover the roots. So let&#8217…

You just won a trip to France!

AND… not only do you get to go to France, but you get to go back in time, how cool is that! How am I going to accomplish this amazing feat? What remarkable talent do I have that allows me to slide you down the rainbow of the centuries? No, it’s not my stunning intellect or my cuddly nature, although those would be good guesses. We’re traveling through paintings. Now…

How to Ruin a man: The most jilted lover of the 1700’s

February 1796 “What an extraordinary influence you have over my heart.  Are you Vexed? Do I see you sad?  Are you ill at ease? My soul is broken with grief and there is no rest for your lover. But is there more for me when, delivering ourselves up to the deep feelings which master me, I breathe out upon your lips, upon your heart, a flame which burns me up…” It almost…