A Class(e) Act!

In this region of France there is a tradition called “La Classe” – every year, those people who have a -0 birthday in that year process through the streets of the village, each “classe” (decade) wearing a different hat/costume. They then go on to have a boozy lunch with their friends and family. The procession will visit the Maison de Retraite (Old Peoples’ Home) if there is a Classe member living there. The procession itself is usually very raucous, as the 20 and 30 year olds have often started their drinking already, and there are copious supplies of kir flowing as well…


Today is the Classe for this year, and this morning the procession rolled through town, preceded by a “Fanfare” (Brass band)


I liked this young man, whose mother was playing her cornet in the band – all kitted out, he had his own toy cornet and flag


First came the 10 yearolds, wearing Robin Hood hats and costumes, all riding their bikes:


The 20 year olds always have a float pulled by a tractor


Almost all females, they were banging out rhythms on a metal drum, and offering drinks to anyone who wanted one! The CowGirls were certainly having fun!


Judging by the “0” sign, maybe someone on the trailer was looking after a baby born this year as well!  The 30 year olds followed, sporting Mariners bobble-berets


and then the 40 year olds looking glamorous in Spanish red-and-black. I didn’t get a photo of her, but our friend Claire was in this group.


Another friend Gérome was in the 50 year olds – he really hadn’t wanted to be there, so was looking a tad bashful in his silver bowler


The 60 year olds had straw boaters with a fetching orange ribbon and a rosette – however, they had lost some of their contingent, as several ladies with orange accessories came hurrying past us a few minutes later.


After this it started to get a bit disorganised, as a couple of removal lorries and a motorhome had somehow inserted themselves into the procession by mistake! I missed the 70 year olds (maybe there weren’t any) but the 80 year olds had decided to drive a lovely old car:


(I wonder if the car was 80 years old too!)

When it was our “Classe” (2009) we didn’t really know quite how the system worked, and we also didn’t know many people, so we didn’t get involved. Maybe we will do it in 2019 – when we will be sporting orange be-ribboned boaters (or whatever the 60 year olds are wearing that year!)

Here is the procession coming back from the Maison de Retraite – the organisation has deteriorated slightly, there is rather a lot of mixing between the groups, and drinking seems to become more proliferate!! Only the bicycles are still in line!


This seems to only be a tradition in this corner of France – many people I talk to, even from places not that far away, have no idea what I’m talking about when I try to explain it to them. I think it’s a fun idea that brings the community together. Of course, it involves food and wine – well, whyever not?!


I am offering to create a piece of Zentangling as a “lot” in my church’s Silent Auction. So that people can see some of the things I do – and what zentangling is! – I thought I would put together some of the pieces that I have created… These aren’t officially “zentangles” as they are a certain size and are not representative. This is really what is known as “zentangle inspired art”. I think that if you click on a picture you should be able to see it in more detail.

IMG_1908 A sunflower  IMG_1906 An owl

IMG_1841 A dragon (talk about stating the obvious here!)

IMG_1832   IMG_1831                                                  a gecko                                                                 any suggestions..?!

IMG_1830  IMG_1833

a couple of  “free” patterns



The Eiffel tower + fireworks                                                         A musical themed zentangle for Kezzie

So now you know what zentangle inspired art is!



“If you do not know where you come from, then you don’t know where you are, and if you don’t know where you are, then you don’t know where you’re going. And if you don’t know where you’re going, you’re probably going wrong.”

Terry Pratchett

The compass rose is nothing but a star with an infinite number of rays pointing in all directions.
It is the one true and perfect symbol of the universe.
And it is the one most accurate symbol of you.
Spread your arms in an embrace, throw your head back, and prepare to receive and send coordinates of being. For, at last you know—you are the navigator, the captain, and the ship.”

Vera Nazarian

The voice taunted, and threatened:
“you are afraid, unhappy, dissatisfied, what if….”
but I knew, this was not His language for motivating my heart,
so I waited quietly to hear my Father’s native tongue,
“I love, I am satisfied, I trust, this is the way…” – and I moved.

Kate Mullane Robertson

Happy Birthday Mr D!

Mr D has reached the grand age of a half-century + five, so Happy Birthday to him.


We are going to a restaurant tonight with a friend whose birthday is next week…I haven’t bought him very much – just a bicycle poster in a frame, to go downstairs where he keeps his bike. Last Christmas I bought him this neat little plaque, to go where he stores his bike:


and now he has a poster to go with it. Mum has bought him a Tim Moore book

Are you sensing a theme here?!


Here is the cyclist himself (on the left)


The cats however asked me to buy him chocolate, so I duly complied:

I’m hoping he’ll share!!


Don’t forget to visit Fat Dormouse to see my Giveaway