The James Dean of France… and why I'm not a cougar–in today's post. Read on!
maman poule (mah-mahn-pool)
: mother hen
You can also say "une mère poule."
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Une maman poule c'est une femme qui couve trop–ou surprotège–ses enfants. Alors qu'est-ce que c'est une femme poule? Cette expression n'existe pas. Mais le personnage, oui! D'après mon mari!
A mother hen is a woman who coddles–or overprotects–her children. So then what's a "wife-hen"? The term doesn't exist… but the character does! According to my husband!
A Day in a FRENCH Life… by Kristin Espinasse
"Freudian Slips are on Sale at the Mall. But I'm Paying Dearly for mine"
Last week it was LES SOLDES here in France and I promised to take my daughter to the mall–no matter how much I dread shopping. It's not that I don't love pretty clothes–the problem is finding them, i.e. striking a balance between price and quality–whilst not being faux-flattered by a salesperson, or talked into a buying that Made on Mars far-out dress.
This far out on our shopping trip my 16-year-old and I had managed to make down-to-Earth decisions and after two and a half hours–and a pair of baggy pants and a top for her–and a new blazer for me!–Jackie suggested one last trip around the mall:
"On fait un dernier tour vite fait?" she said, adding, with a batting of her eyelashes, "You are being sooo patient, Maman!"
I flashed Jackie a toothy smile, never mind my teeth were grinding. Anything to make my daughter believe I am patient. We were on our third tour or trip around the mall here at the Centre Mayol in Toulon and after leaving a popular surf shop–where we were jostled around by a troubled sea of shoppers–it came as a relief to enter a quiet boutique.
It didn't take long to understand why we weren't being trampled on or waiting in long lines for a dressing room. The pricetags! I looked up at the name of the shop, which read "Harper's Bazaar". It shared the same moniker as the fancy magazine, which touts itself "sophisticated, elegant… the fashion resource for women who are the first to buy the best…."
But we weren't looking for the best! A happy-medium–or juste-milieu (yes, a "fair middle!") was what we were after. It was time to remind my daughter of our mission and I did so by a swift suggestion. "On se casse d'ici?" Let's get out of here!
Just as I was backing out of the store, a dazzling smile stopped me in my tracks.
"Je peux vous aider?"
"Oh no, thanks, we were just looking."
But my daughter was so transfixed by the salesboy that she bi-passed her usual timidy and pointed to a pair of shoes :
"Vous avez la taille 38?" Jackie asked.
I looked at the silver high-tops in question. They were covered with menacing studs. "I don't think those will be in style much longer," I said, pointing to the metal accouterments.
"It's still the style," the salesboy was assuring. That's when I noticed more than his smile.
I stood staring at the tall, dark, and handsome figure before me when my mouth ran off before my brain could tame it:
"You have beautiful teeth!" I said, noticing the gap between his "front two." (The French have a delightful term for this: "happiness teeth" or les dents du bonheur.)
Coming to my senses–and lest my daughter be horrified by my complimenting the salesboy–I cleared up any confusion: "When you are a 46-year-old woman you can finally say these things!"
Only, that's when a heard a cough. Turning around I noticed the only other middle-aged woman in the store. She was shopping at the rack behind me. I wondered, was that a yes or a no cough? Was she agreeing or disagreeing with what I'd just said?
Never mind! Now was as good a time as ever to throw caution–and maybe my checkbook!–to the wind.
"Can my daughter try a 38 and a 39?" (Maybe the larger size would win us one more year of use, something that could be factored into the price, afterall!)
"Bien sûr," he said, running his hand through his untamed hair.
As the salesboy went to get the shoes, my mouth delivered another unbridled compliment. "You are very charming!"
"They call me 'The James Dean of Tunisia,'" he laughed, disappearing into the storage room.
I love it! More than a pretty face he was clever.
"His name really is James Dean," his supervisor added, joining us in the shoe aisle. "His Tunisian name sounds exactly like it, anyway. He is called "Shahms-ay-deen."
"C'est incroyable!" I said, and spent the next few moments trying to pronounce the name I had just heard, until, soon enough, I was hearing the name of the 50s teen heartthrob–only with an ooh-là-là twist: Shahms-ay-deen.
"But how do you spell it in Tunisian?" I wanted to know, just as soon as the salesboy returned. And, as he wrote down his name (officially spelled "Chams-Eden), I asked if I could snap his photo (see below)….
If up until now I had convinced myself my compliments were no more than a sincere appreciation of an exquisite character, I was dumbfounded by what came next–what could only be explained as a Freudian slip…
This happened at the cash register, as Jackie and I waved goodbye to the dashing salesboy…..
"Thank you." I said. "My sister and I will be back soon!"
***
Postnote: In the whirlwind of recounting my story, I forgot to tell you why I am truly innocent–a veritable "wife-hen" and NOT a cougar! Anyway, it's what my husband calls me (a wife-hen, that is). But will he still call me this after reading today's missive? Nah. He NEVER reads my stories!
What a cutie. I mean what cute knees… er elbows… er what cute knuckles!
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I am reading, Miss “Couger”…
I am reading, Miss “Couger”…
Surely your daughter asked for “pointure trente-huit”, not “taille.” 🙂
Surely your daughter asked for “pointure trente-huit”, not “taille.” 🙂
Salut! I enjoy reading all of your posts, but this has to be my favorite. Too funny and seems like something I would do (and of course my daughter would be totally embarrassed). Although, I’m not sure I would be brave enough to take a picture. But if I didn’t, I’m sure I would regret it.
Salut! I enjoy reading all of your posts, but this has to be my favorite. Too funny and seems like something I would do (and of course my daughter would be totally embarrassed). Although, I’m not sure I would be brave enough to take a picture. But if I didn’t, I’m sure I would regret it.
“Helicopter parent” is the current comparable term here in the USA, and note it’s not confined to mothers….
“Helicopter parent” is the current comparable term here in the USA, and note it’s not confined to mothers….
This is totally hilarious and what a funny way to wake up this morning. Thanks for the great entertainment. Hope to see you in 2015!
This is totally hilarious and what a funny way to wake up this morning. Thanks for the great entertainment. Hope to see you in 2015!
Super story! And well told! I can really feel with you 🙂
Super story! And well told! I can really feel with you 🙂
Well, if you’re not still “looking,” you’re dead 🙂
Well, if you’re not still “looking,” you’re dead 🙂
Oh no!!!! When I read the final line I had to put down my phone to recover from sympathetic mortification! What a great story. Don’t worry too much–he is surely used to that sort of thing by now. And think of it this way–next time your sister is in town, you will probably want to take her to, you know, try on some shoes–so maybe it wasn’t a slip after all?
Oh no!!!! When I read the final line I had to put down my phone to recover from sympathetic mortification! What a great story. Don’t worry too much–he is surely used to that sort of thing by now. And think of it this way–next time your sister is in town, you will probably want to take her to, you know, try on some shoes–so maybe it wasn’t a slip after all?
LOL! Great story …and I understand. Of course, you want to go back with your sisters to make sure the boy is fine…all in that motherly hen sort of way! ha! Well, he certainly is attractive! So you bought the shoes?
LOL! Great story …and I understand. Of course, you want to go back with your sisters to make sure the boy is fine…all in that motherly hen sort of way! ha! Well, he certainly is attractive! So you bought the shoes?
No pix of the shoes? Him holding the shoes would have been a good photo 🙂
No pix of the shoes? Him holding the shoes would have been a good photo 🙂
I love it! And he’s hot!!!!!!!
I love it! And he’s hot!!!!!!!
Cute story today Kristin! You didn’t mention what Jackie thought of him? He is adorable!
Cute story today Kristin! You didn’t mention what Jackie thought of him? He is adorable!
Fantastic story!!! Thank you for the morning chuckle! And really, Jackie may have been embarrassed at the time, but will always have the memory of how fun her mom can be. 🙂
Fantastic story!!! Thank you for the morning chuckle! And really, Jackie may have been embarrassed at the time, but will always have the memory of how fun her mom can be. 🙂
I bet he’s great with home repairs and playing with little children too 😉
I bet he’s great with home repairs and playing with little children too 😉
Ditto on all the comments made about how fun this post is. I laughed out loud. Thanks for giving me a smile and a laugh this very cold morning (-11C)
Ditto on all the comments made about how fun this post is. I laughed out loud. Thanks for giving me a smile and a laugh this very cold morning (-11C)
Kristi, I LOVED your funny story — what a laugh I got! Wish I weren’t so far from Centre Mayol so I could pop in an see this adorable “James Dean” of Toulon. Your writing and your photos just get better and better. So happy you’re out there bringing sunshine to your readers!
Kristi, I LOVED your funny story — what a laugh I got! Wish I weren’t so far from Centre Mayol so I could pop in an see this adorable “James Dean” of Toulon. Your writing and your photos just get better and better. So happy you’re out there bringing sunshine to your readers!
I had to laugh at your post today. Now past my mid-60s, I can get away with telling young men they are handsome and no one blinks an eye. I get hugs and have my picture taken with some of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. There’s something wonderful to be said about getting old.
I had to laugh at your post today. Now past my mid-60s, I can get away with telling young men they are handsome and no one blinks an eye. I get hugs and have my picture taken with some of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. There’s something wonderful to be said about getting old.
Did you buy the shoes??????
Did you buy the shoes??????
In that leather jacket, he’s a real Rebel Without a Cause. –And there’s nothing wrong with looking (and wishing)–I still do, at 72!
In that leather jacket, he’s a real Rebel Without a Cause. –And there’s nothing wrong with looking (and wishing)–I still do, at 72!
And, how, Kristen, did you ask him to take at least 2 photos? Was it when Jackie was trying on those hi-tops? Who was more embarrassed-you or Jackie?
And I want to see that happy space between his two front teeth. Couldn’t you get a smile from him?
And, how, Kristen, did you ask him to take at least 2 photos? Was it when Jackie was trying on those hi-tops? Who was more embarrassed-you or Jackie?
And I want to see that happy space between his two front teeth. Couldn’t you get a smile from him?
Jean-Marc is funny…..made me laugh!
Jean-Marc is funny…..made me laugh!
Are you still blushing? Great story, and I would venture a guess that your daughter was mortified.
Are you still blushing? Great story, and I would venture a guess that your daughter was mortified.
Um, where did you say that boutique is located?
Um, where did you say that boutique is located?
HA HA Jean Marc’s comment. What a fun and great story. Yes we are braver as we get older aren’t we. I think it is great to compliment someone no matter what age!
HA HA Jean Marc’s comment. What a fun and great story. Yes we are braver as we get older aren’t we. I think it is great to compliment someone no matter what age!
Well, we all had our teenage crushes. Not often we bump into one in real life. Nice to know that young woman is still alive inside the Maman. Oui? Even though you are probably still a bit surprised. As always, thanks for the charming life story.
Well, we all had our teenage crushes. Not often we bump into one in real life. Nice to know that young woman is still alive inside the Maman. Oui? Even though you are probably still a bit surprised. As always, thanks for the charming life story.