I'm not a huge fan of the movie "Gigi" probably because I'm not a huge fan of Leslie Caron but I AM a big fan of Hermione Gingold.
I cry every time I watch her wonderful scene with Maurice Chevalier as they reminisce about their youthful romance. If you're so inclined you can sing along in Spanish. Hey, it was either this clip from YouTube or one that was dubbed into German! Jah jah mein Gigi. Umm, NEIN.
My office calendar offers one of her great quotes:
And speaking of fighting, here's the salt & pepper shakers that I said I'd (along with an undoubtedly very reluctant husband, but then again, he might go for it, considering . . .) dress up as at a Salt & Pepper Novelty Shakers Club convention. I would KILL to own these!
What do you think? Does he actually have her boob in his hand (ouch) or has he just punched her in the boob (OUCH!). Either way, he totally deserves to get hit over the noggin with whatever it is she has in her hand. I wonder if there is a set out there with a semi-nude woman nailing her hubby in the 'nads. Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
EVIL VintageChristine is feeling particularly frisky this a.m. because there's just one more post to go before the big 100th POST GIVEAWAY ANNOUNCEMENT! Stay tuned!!!
And RUDE VintageChristine just discovered that way back in March she was given this award:
by one of her favorite baby bloggers at Bonheur du Jour. Of course one of the reasons she's one of my favorites is because she described me thusly: "I love Christine's groovy blog because she is everything I like to fancy myself as: Fun. Sexy. Cool. But I'm actually the Jan to her Marsha." I'm thinking that maybe THIS is the daughter I never had (or left under a rock when I was 11 and if that's the case I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure I didn't do that since children left under rocks don't turn out quite right and Miz Bonheur is definitely A-OK due to the fact that she's a screaming liberal just like her idol which is of course me). Unfortunately right now there's not even ONE thing that I haven't already shared with my bloggy buddies so I can't do that 7 Things You Don't Know About Me. I think I even told y'all about the time in the 6th grade I wet my . . . yeah, I already told you about that, no sense in embarrassing myself AGAIN. Oh wait a minute, that doesn't embarrass me any longer since it happened long ago enough to where I can legitimately say I don't remember it.
Now here's where I CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT VintageChristine takes over. Where am I? Where are my keys? What year is this? Who says I wet my pants during squaredancing? LIAR!
Yup-a-doodle, it's a dandy day for sure in VintageChristine's LaLaLand.
(BTW, Dame #2 is me, of course)