French Housewife is a relatively new blog that has been running since September 2010.
The blog belongs to Samantha Brick who says of herself… “I’m a 39 year old Birmingham (UK) born wife to a super traditional Frenchman. I now live in rural South-West France, where I’ve had to learn how to run a french household. Having lived in London and Los Angeles – trust me when I say life here is blissful and idyllic, but also v-e-r-y different!”
For those of you who want to know more, there is an article in the Daily Mail by Samantha which is well worth a read.
Now, how posh is that?
I was once offered an interview by the Grunthorpe and Gridlington Gazette but, when the time arrived it appeared that it was some other Keith Eckstein that they wanted to interview and I got sent home without even a cup of tea!
Once you’ve read that article, and assuming you’ve not got swept up into the ten million or so other articles by Samantha in The Daily Mail (perhaps I exaggerate ever so slightly), you really should come back to her blog to find out more about the day to day activities of a French Housewife.
All about the dogs…..
Samantha likes dogs, it would seem.
In Old English Sheepdogs living la bonne vie… we find out if her two Dulux dogs enjoy living in France.
It seems that they do!
Even if they were terrified of sheep to start with!
But obviously two dogs isn’t enough as in Unexpected Guests the doggie count increases to five!
Now, five is rather a lot of dogs!
Especially if one of them is on heat!
Perhaps it’s time to explain to the other doggies all about The Birds & The Bees!
All about the weather….
The weather is almost always a focal point in most Brits in France blogs (or so I have found.)
Now, I do know that that is rather a sweeping generalisation but Samantha boldly carries the flag with posts like… Autumn in South-West France where we learn that… “It has rained almost constantly for the last two weeks.”
Samantha, I’m sorry to oust you in the bragging stakes but…. in some of the more backward parts of rural Brittany it has been raining non-stop for the last two years!
Or does it just seems that way?
And, in Christmas Disaster! not only does Samantha have a bout of Gastro, it has also started to snow!
I did have to snigger when Samantha mentions that… “The weather forecasts this last week in France have changed rapidly – we went from yellow alert (pfff – rien!) to orange alert (crikey that’s a bit serious) in 24 hours.”
I’d hate to be the one to tell her that that was nothing; just a dusting of snow.
That there are some parts of Finistere (the ones away from the main roads) that haven’t thawed out since the hard winter of ’63!
All about the family….
Step-Families… can be difficult (says he as a recent step-father!)
But Samantha must be doing a good job with her step-son as she is able to say… “I love my step-son Antonio and I love my life here (even on those days when it seems like all I do is pick up endless mounds of puppy doggy-do).”
I should say that Step-sons can come in handy, especially if you want to learn all about French Grammar – according to my twenty-something step-son!
It seems that Le Bon Coin, rather than the English Bar in Calais, is the place to go if you want to spot some bad grammar!
And The Dieting Wisdom of a French Female Teenager can drive a man….
To avoid desert and dare to step on the scales!
The only thing you have to sorry about, really though, when you have a step-son, is The French School Run.
When Samantha asks her step-son why the other Mamans looked at her strangely, he replies… “you wear diamonds and heels Sam, your hair is blonde – you are not normal.”
Then again, I don’t suppose it helps when you do the school run….
Wearing your slippers!
All about the housewife…
In Who wants to be a French housewife? Any takers!? Samantha recites a litany of things going wrong already, and it’s only 7am!
At least her step-son has made an effort to cheers Samantha up….
By inviting four of his friends over for the weekend!
But there are worse things, you know.
How about Hair! Horror!
I suppose it can’t be easy finding a… “good hairdresser. One who understood the dilemmas and the agonies involved in being a high maintenance, dyed-blonde since the age of 16.”
I’ve always found that they’ve either done my blonde highlights so naturally that you can’t see them or they’ve gone so heavy on the bleach that even my roots turn blonde!
Unless they forget about me (and who could do that?) and leave me under the bleach too long so that we find out about that fine line between blonde and orange!
And if that doesn’t sound enough of a nightmare for you…
Well, when some skinny Minnie shop assistant says to you… “Why you want zat! Iz too leetle for you!” you know you’re in France!
Confirmation comes when she goes on to say… “Madame doit faire un regime!”
I know the feeling!
Whenever I go clothes shopping, the assistant bursts out laughing and just scurries away to find the largest pair of overalls in the shop!
So, summing up…
A brilliant blog by someone who obviously knows how to write.
Although it’s only been going for a few short months I am confident that French Housewife will grow into something rather substantial.
There’s an honesty here and I like the straightforward way that Samantha discusses life with her French husband and, of course, her new French step-son.
If you are interested in Samantha’s tales (and the Life-threatening Gastro attack in a Christmas Disaster! is well worth another read – I thought those sort of things only happened to me!) you should really pop down to the Midi Pyrenees and grab yoursefll some French Housewife!
Just as long as the Wine delivery men don’t go on strike!
But then that would never happen in France, now would it?
All the best