I’m so excited to bring you Christmas Confessions & Cocktails by Vicki Lesage.
American-turned-Parisian Vicki tells it like it is, from her crazy Christmases growing up in the Midwest to her even crazier holidays in her new home in France. Bizarre gifts, stomach-turning food, and holiday travel disasters are just some of the tales you’ll chuckle at in this installment of the Paris Confessions series.
This Christmas-themed memoir features 25 funny and heartwarming essays, all with a tenuous tie to Christmas, and pairs each with a delicious drink recipe. So grab your martini shaker and get ready for tasty cocktails and hearty laughs this holiday season!
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French Women Don’t Get Fat, Even During the Holidays!
There’s a reason for the stereotype that French women don’t get fat: because it’s true. Not that they’re all stick-thin, and not that there aren’t any curvy ladies in France. Just that overall, French women fall within the “normal” range.
Of course, “normal” is relative! I’m a US size 8 but I often wear size XL in French fashions. One time I was shopping and found this adorable sweater but the large wasn’t large enough. So I headed to the sales counter where the lovely shop assistant told me they could order a different size for me.
“What size will you be needing?” she asked, way more loudly than necessary.
“Um, extra large, please,” I whispered.
“Extra large?” she shouted, as the entire store turned to scope out the extra large lady at the checkout. Me. How embarrassing.
Some stores don’t even carry sizes larger than a 10. But let me tell you, during the holidays, if I’m not careful, my size 8 booty could easily need some size 10 jeans.
I better watch out! (I better not cry, I better not pout, I’m telling you why…)
If you’re anything like me (and NOT like the French), you eat more during the holidays. From cookie exchange parties to office shindigs to family dinners, we’re all eating more than usual. Even the cookies we set out for Santa threaten to make our bellies shake like a bowl full of jelly.
Not the French. First, their office parties tend to have petit fours, which is French for “appetizers way too small to fill you up.” They’ve never heard of cookie exchange parties. And while the French will indulge in Christmas dinner, they tend to eat light the rest of the day (sometimes the rest of the WEEK) to make up for it.
As for cookies for Santa? Get this: They set out CARROT STICKS for the REINDEER.
So, yeah, it’s no wonder French women manage to stay thin even during the holidays. So unfair!
However, maybe they’re on to something. Because when the New Year rolls around, while I’m vowing to shed a few pounds, they’re carefree and lightweight and happily fitting into their pre-Christmas jeans.
This holiday season I might try not stuffing my face. But I’m definitely not leaving out boring carrot sticks for the reindeer. Maybe a slice of carrot cake for Santa instead?
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Vicki is giving away her book ‘Confessions of a Paris Party Girl’ below:
#1 Amazon Best Selling Author
When newly-single party girl Vicki moved to Paris, she was hoping to indulge in wine, stuff her face with croissants, and fall in love. It proved to be much more difficile than she’d imagined. In this laugh-out-loud memoir, this cheeky storyteller recounts the highs and lows of her life in the City of Light. Sassy and shamefully honest, Vicki makes you feel as if you’re right there in Paris stumbling along the cobblestones with her.
Will she find love? Will she learn to consume reasonable amounts of alcohol? Will the French administration ever cut her a break?
A funny memoir about coming of age and embarking on a new life in Paris. Part travel memoir, part love story, this collection of funny essays shows the humorous side of life, love, and drinking in Paris.
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About the Author:
Amazon bestselling author Vicki Lesage proves daily that raising two French kids isn’t as easy as the hype lets on. In her three minutes of spare time per week, she writes, sips bubbly, and prepares for the impending zombie apocalypse. She lives in Paris with her French husband, rambunctious son, and charming daughter, all of whom mercifully don’t laugh when she says “au revoir.”
She penned the Paris Confessions series in between diaper changes and wine refills. She writes about the ups and downs of life in the City of Light at VickiLesage.com.
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