I finally finished watching yesterday's vlog, the one I stopped when she told the lie about children coming to sing for her. Anyhow, that room Michael's mother is in would totally freak me out, with the twin canopy bed (I know, it's a daybed, but might as well be a twin), crap all over every surface. When she showed the table set up as a tea and coffee station, I had to laugh - a little basket of Hershey's chocolate bars. I mean no offense to anyone that likes Hershey chocolate, but that's just about the lowest form of candy bar you could give someone, where I'm from. Good for smores and not much else. You're in f*cking France! Get her some decent chocolate! After all the fuss made last year about Philip's special Leeeeemoooooj box (Limoge, I tried to replicate Stephanie's horrid French in my writing) filled with special French candy for Amaury's mother, I couldn't help but feel badly for Michael's mother.
As many of you have said, something is up. No one in that place does anything, so why all the last minute prep for the holidays? For the one guest they show coming, the mother of one of the owners? There's absolutely no reason for it to be as lackluster as it is, except for the fact that she didn't want to go to all the trouble because she wasn't going to be there for Christmas. For Christmas to be such a slipshod thing, when in the past it was all about over-abundance, these vlogs have been very curious, indeed. Must be such a let-down for her fans who've come to expect the over-the-top shenanigans.