There is a distinct possibility that I may have mentioned it before, but my appointed grandma name is Coco. I have been reassured by TWO that it is due to my fashion proclivities, love of chocolate and all things French that she arrived at this appellation...rather than my disposition, political leanings and certainly not because of my love for costume jewelry. Diamonds are forever a girl's best friend.
Of course, there was complete family disgruntlement when ONLY gurgled my name, second only to the cat, Eddie. Unfortunately, it sounded more like "cuckoo", for which I took severe ribbing. In the manner of my predecessor Coco Chanel, I wrote off the entire episode to jealousy. After a recent visit, ONLY referred to the rest of the family as "the cocos." She realizes that I am a trend setter and have my own posse.
If you are a Francophile, history buff, fashion maven or just love to laugh, you need to lay your hands on a copy of The Gospel According to Coco Chanel by Karen Karbo. In a dyslexic moment, I read the authors last name as Karob...as in carob the nasty chocolate substitute and me the world's promoter of chocolate desserts. I was about to write this book off without a mere glance, when I realized my error. In actuality it was Karbo, as in carbohydrate, which sounded just dandy to me. I bet she would gladly down a chocolate eclair with gusto. I plunged ahead and hit the BUY button on my Kindle. (Right here I need to say that you want a hard copy of this book, not the Kindle version. They post all the footnotes at the end of the book and you loose all sense of continuity reading them after you've read the book.)