Did you know that you can fit nine adults in a caravan for afternoon coffee? With three children running in and out of it too. Well you can. And I'm not talking about one of those modern super sleek airstream things either.
And did you know that Gypsies (my Gypsies anyway) speak loudly? Well they do. And it sounds even louder when you're in a teeny tiny space. They use outdoor voices, all the time.
Let's see, what else... oh... you get rum poured into your coffee whether you want it or not. Mr Gypsy insists. And it's not a little splash either, it's like a glug (you have to be pretty quick to cover your coffee before that glug splashes in there). And then Mrs Gypsy yells at him, grabs the bottle and tries to hide it (not too many hiding places in a teeny tiny caravan though).
Oh, and the Winter 2011 Gypsy style (judging by the fact that all five girls were dressed pretty much identical) is cropped black leather jackets, long fitted sweaters, black leggings, and black boots. Oh and lots of gold too (always with the gold). Of course this was the day I was dressed in creams and browns with my camel coat and pearl earrings (I did the opposite of blend). But luckily, that glug of rum helped me not care.
And did you know that Gypsies (my Gypsies anyway) speak loudly? Well they do. And it sounds even louder when you're in a teeny tiny space. They use outdoor voices, all the time.
Let's see, what else... oh... you get rum poured into your coffee whether you want it or not. Mr Gypsy insists. And it's not a little splash either, it's like a glug (you have to be pretty quick to cover your coffee before that glug splashes in there). And then Mrs Gypsy yells at him, grabs the bottle and tries to hide it (not too many hiding places in a teeny tiny caravan though).
Oh, and the Winter 2011 Gypsy style (judging by the fact that all five girls were dressed pretty much identical) is cropped black leather jackets, long fitted sweaters, black leggings, and black boots. Oh and lots of gold too (always with the gold). Of course this was the day I was dressed in creams and browns with my camel coat and pearl earrings (I did the opposite of blend). But luckily, that glug of rum helped me not care.
Thanks Mr Gypsy.
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Trying to picture you in a caravan. Lol at blending... Next time, glug the rum beforehand! Cheers!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a riot in that caravan!
ReplyDeleteI would love to see pics of the event! What about the fortunetellers? Xo
ReplyDeleteRum in coffee? I'll be over this Saturday.
ReplyDeleteOh there's a show on just now here called My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding- you should see the dresses!
ADOC - the blending (or lack thereof) was hysterical because I'm also like 10 inches taller than the women, and with my heels, I'm a freaking amazon!
ReplyDeleteVanessa - no, the riot comes when we finish the rum ;-)
Macarena - ooh... forgot about fortune tellers!
Tabitha - I've heard about that show! I'm going to see if I can watch it online :-)
I like the tips on being a gypsy :)
ReplyDeletefor a petit village there sure is a lot going on....ghost nazis, gypsies, hot honeys, random rubber duckies! be careful out there with your pearls and your rummmy coffee.
ReplyDeletea x
Ha Ha!! Too funny:)
ReplyDeleteRum!
ReplyDelete. . . and yeah! . . . I thought you said there was nothing going on?
:)
Sounds like five New Yorkers to me. Are you sure they're not posers?
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly how I want to dress today but I don't have the jacket...
xo Jane
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ReplyDeleteI want to hang with some gypsies. No, really, I do. I keep having this dream I've written a novel about a beautiful gypsy girl.
ReplyDeleteJust ignore me.
Hahaha Sara, you are too funny. Way to be a good sport about the rum. :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like how I grew up. Except less leather, more sweaters.
ReplyDeleteWhen you say "not a modern super sleek airstream thing," do you mean their caravan was circa 1970 or 1790? 'Cause I'm picturing a wooden painted contraption on wagon wheels.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, I would not fit in with gypsies. My color pallete is all summer all the time.
ReplyDeleteA little rum in the morning coffee never hurt anything, actually I wish I had some right now (as I sit in my corporate cubicle). What were you guys up to besides chilling in a van?
My "Style" award bragging will happen tomorrow.
Mr Gypsy sounds like my kind of guy!
ReplyDeleteCheers to not blending in (says the girl in the kitty toque)!
Your life would make a bestseller... I can totally see it in print and it would skyrocket Sara in le Petit Village would be on the bestseller list in no time... movie to follow! Now I have to think about who would play you! xo
ReplyDeleteLOL Too funny. I can only imagine...
ReplyDeleteMy gosh, Sara, you have the most wonderfully interesting life! I love that Mr. Gypsy just pours rum into your coffee -- he sounds like so much fun.
ReplyDeletebased on fashion alone, i think i might have a hard time trying to tell the difference between a gypo, a chav, and a J-Lo backup dancer.
ReplyDeleteI'm having a fantastic mental image of this gypsy caravan. And hey, when life hands you rum, drink up!
ReplyDeleteRum and coffee? Well an Irish coffee is good and I don't like whiskey but I do enjoy rum...yum...
ReplyDeletePhotos please...I think gypsy style on a gypsy must be way more cool than if I did it. I just don't have those gypsy eyes...
Ooooh you must take pics of these outings! I want to see the girls in black with gold and I want to see you in creams and browns and pearls!
ReplyDeleteDid you ever think you'd be hanging with Gypsies? (are they "real" gypsies? or just unique people that live in a trailer? (caravan)
This is too funny... i can see it all in my head so clearly thanks to your descriptions.
ReplyDeleteawesome.
I say "glug" away my dear! ha
ReplyDeleteThe 1st time I encountered gypsies was in England. I worked at a Baskin Robbins and all the flavors were clearly marked, and we had a looooong line waiting. The dude kept asking me what all the flavors were - and I said, "Well, they are written right next to them". He goes on to tell me he "can't read. He's a traveler." I thought he was bullshitting me - nope. I looked at the rest of his party and had them all gather round as I read off the flavors so we wouldn't have to go through this 9 more times. Nice folks - no rum, though. Cheers, funny girl!
ReplyDeletehahahaha this all sounds HILARIOUS, love it!
ReplyDeletehey can't turn down free rum right?
Ahh ha ha ha!! Simply hilarious! I think your gypsies also commute on the weekends & park near the train station in Toulon...tell them to go extra heavy on the rum next time, we really need it at this time of year :) bon weekend!
ReplyDeleteSara YOU NEED TO WATCH my big fat gypsy wedding.... PLEASE tell me when you have watched it and tell me if it was anything like that!
ReplyDeletexx
damn. them's some ritzy gypsies!
ReplyDeletei'm digging on the rum in the coffee thing. next time you visit be sure to break out the leather boots and jacket and you'll fit right in ;0