Thursday, 5 November 2026

Shoulder Replacement Part 2

 I've learnt a lot. While endeavouring to be positive about my surgery, things kept happening to me as a result of drugs not doing what they should or having nasty side effects that can make someone my age feel positively frail. I had planned to build muscle with my gym membership. The reality was that I had to stop going and to give up line dancing this year. There are also anaesthetic consequences for folks over 60. I know this as it happened to me after I ended up having two open-heart surgeries in one day, four years ago. I think that, although I seemed to bounce back and perform rock music and sing onstage I was not noticing what was happening. I put it down to aging.

When you approach your surgery date please make sure the team has your very latest list of drugs, interactions, bad reactions, prior experiences of anaesthesia, things in your musculosketal system that may affect positioning during surgery, dental work.

Pre-operative Prep: 

Minimising infection - fresh, clean pyjamas and clean bedlinen the night before surgery. 

Medicated Body Washing - The evening before and morning of surgery it is essential to have a shower using your usual products. Pat yourself dry each time with a clean towel and wash body with the medicated wipes provided. Apply te medicated treatment via xupplied cotton buds to the inside of each nostril

Medications - You will be instructed which of your regular medications to take the day of your surgery. Herbal and homeopathic treatments must usually be stopped 14 days before surgery. Diabetics will have extra instructions. 

I was told the surgery went well but even so, pain management was problematic for me due to influences of drugs I had previously been on though did not want. My options were limited to morphine and paracetamol. I kept explosively vomiting from time to time so was kept in hospital longer than expected. Burwood hospital specialises in orthopedics and were very good.

My operative arm stays in a sling pretty much 24 hours for 6 weeks. Exercises are very limited at present but will increase . You must have someone living with you for the first few weeks as you really can't do much for yourself. Try spreading butter and jam on a piece of toast when you have only one arm. Opening a jar, or cooking? Forget it. 

I would advise patients to buy those 'wishbone' style flossing gadgets as teeth flossing normally is impossible. Try some reuseable ice bags. Getting dressed and undressed takes planning, time and usually help. Basin baths only for a bit. Sleeping requires a nest of pillows as I can't sleep sitting up. Do not under-estimate how 'disruptive' the first six weeks can be. You cannot drive or carry anything.

There are months of healing ahead and physio so I'm hoping that a future lack of pain 24/7 and a much better range of movement will give me my hobbies, such as bass playing, dancing, pool exercise classes and gardening back next year, before I have to go through all this again with the other shoulder. 


General Rehabilitation Timeline & Phases
  • Phase 1: Protection & Immobilization (Weeks 1 to 4–6)
    • Sling use: Worn day and night (except for hygiene and prescribed gentle exercises) to protect the surgical repair and subscapularis/rotator cuff.
    • Exercises: Limited to passive range of motion (PROM), pendulum exercises, and elbow/wrist movements.
    • Precautions: No active lifting, pushing, or pulling, and strict limits on external rotation or extension depending on the surgeon's protocol. These severe limitations can come as a bit of a shock. You really can't do anything and sometimes the pain is denotivating anyway.
  • Phase 2: Active-Assisted & Early Mobility (Weeks 4 to 10)
    • Sling weaning: Gradually discontinue the sling as advised by your surgeon.
    • Exercises: Introduce active-assisted range of motion (AAROM), gentle scapular control, and light waist-level use of the arm. 
  • Phase 3: Strengthening & Functional Reintegration (Weeks 10 to 12+)
    • Strengthening: Begin progressive resistance, rotator cuff conditioning, and deltoid/periscapular strengthening.
    • Return to activity: Light functional use and driving typically resume around 6 to 12 weeks, while full recovery, sports, or heavy use can take 4 to 6 months (with continuous tissue remodeling up to 18–24 months). Driving by Christmas is my goal right now.

 


 

Saturday, 3 October 2026

Shoulder replacement Part 1

 

Let's start with the past and how things got to the point of replacement.

She had just finished her work day as National Sales and Marketing Manager at a sheet metal manufacturing company in South Auckland. As she opened the driver door of her car and tossed her briefcase onto the passenger seat she felt a painful tug. After performing this action hundreds of times something had just gone wrong. It was 1999. Menopause was knocking.

Xrays followed yet showed nothing much of note but the left shoulder grew stiffer and more painful. It was eventually diagnosed as frozen shoulder - a rotator cuff problem that lasts approximately two years if corticosteroid injections are not used.  She had an injection in a sports doctor's office. No ultrasound, just the doctor sitting in front of her with a long needle, saying don't move. He later told her that her physiology was that of a sprinter, not a marathoner. A sprinter is great at getting away from a sabre-tooth tiger. Lithe and flexible but the trade off would be that collagen would disappear early, musculosketal problems would arrive early before middle age. On the other hand, the marathoner, if they could avoid being caught by a sabre-toothed tiger, would experience little deterioration as they aged, just get a bit slower. "Sorry Frances," he said, "you're a sprinter.


As the years went by, twelve to be exact, Frances found herself in France where history repeated itself. After enrolling for jazz ballet classes and violin tuition the shoulder pain returned but this time on the right side. All fun stuff cancelled. Unable to even feed herself because of frozen shoulder she had to rely on her French boyfriend to cut up all her food. The rheumatologist diagnosed frozen shoulder and she was sent to a clinic where an injection into the problem joint was done via ultrasound, an extremely long needle and no local anaesthetic. "Oh, we don't bother with that. Hold her down team." Surely her agonised shrieks could be heard along the corridors. It did cut down on recovery time.

Seven years later, circumstances having gone south (literally), she found herself back in New Zealand, alone and unemployed. Her goal now was to build a house and create a garden from scratch. She had chosen Rolleston in the South Island because there were plenty of serviced sections and the earthquakes that occured from time to time rolled more than shook. Trouble was it was an ancient riverbed; not what you want for a garden. It became


obvious that digging with a spade, fork or trowel was not going to work so she borrowed a crow bar from a neighbour. Frances hadn't accounted for the consequences of a woman in her 60s spending weeks with a heavy iron crowbar. The impacts had set up inflamation in both shoulders, both elbows and both hands. Hello Xrays and non-steroidal anti-inflamatories. Things settled a bit but pain wasn't far away.

By 2024 the left shoulder and arm had limited range of movement. She could no longer reach the end of her fretboard so had to give up playing electric bass. In 2025 she gave up line dancing and by the beginning of 2026 life was getting pretty limited and painful. Daily life was a struggle. It was affecting sleep so constant leaning on healthcare professionals was required. Eventually an orthopedic surgeon agreed that both shoulders needed to be replaced, starting with the left. 

The doctors could see muscle-wasting, concentric arthritis and degeneration but the rotator cuff was undamaged despite having been told she'd had frozen shoulder in NZ and then in France. "You probably never had frozen shoulder," postulated the surgeon. He never explained why both ends of the planet thought she had. 

What follows is the lengthy process to replacement.

Frances (me) started out this year with an ultrasound to check the structures are in place and what exactly is happening in there. Oddly enough, this ultrasound was done with Frances sitting in a chair with the radiographer standing behind her. It was somewhat off-putting but at least it doesn't hurt.

 

A few months later there was a CT  'blueprint' for shoulder replacement which is a computerised digital plan created from a specialised CT scan that allows the surgeon to virtually map out the operation before it happens. In other words such platforms use detailed X-ray images from a computed tomography (CT) scan to build a precise digital replica of your unique joint so they can virtually plan/practise surgery. 
How It Works
  • Special CT Scan: You get a low-slice CT scan of your shoulder a few months before surgery.
  • 3D Reconstruction: Software turns the flat images into a clear 3D model of your bones and wear-and-tear patterns.
  • Virtual Surgery: The surgeon tests different implant sizes and angles on the computer model to find the best fit.
  • Custom Guides: The final plan can create a 3D-printed guide to help place the artificial parts accurately during the real operation
Why It Is Used
  • Better Precision: It helps the surgeon place the new socket in the exact right spot.
  • Fewer Complications: Correct alignment reduces early wear and lowers the risk of the implant failing.
  • Personalized Care: It accounts for severe bone loss or unusual joint shapes unique to your body.


There are two pre-admission appointments. The first is with a nurse who takes a medical history and checks medications. I gave her plenty to think about. The second is with the anaethetist but I ended up with a registrar. She too had plenty to think about but a few days later, after a severe adverse drug reaction I decided that the surgical team hadn't asked enough pertinent questions of me So, with the help as AI (as you do these days), I wrote up summaries of suspected gene defects, drug interactions, other health issues especially relating to pain and not damaging my voicebox this time, please. I was then called in to have a particular Xray. Apparently these images tell the surgeon what size hardware to put in my shoulder.

I really feel it is important to give them LOTS of info in order to keep you safe on the day. Your helath is in your own hands, as well as your team. This is a big surgery and I'm going in in two weeks not in the best of shape. The follow-up blog post will explain the surgery and post-surgical challenges in complicated situations. 

 

 Follow this link to see how a CT blueprint works

 

Friday, 4 September 2026

Renewing French ID from overseas

 Most passports require travellers to have at least six months still valid on their passports in order to travel. Mine had more than 6 months but less than a year and I was in the process of trying to sell my house in order to move back to France. How long would it take to sell my house? How long is a piece of string?

I couldn't risk running out of validity by the time my house sold so I thought I'd be a wee bit proactive and renew my French passport while still in NZ. How hard could it be? Renewing my NZ passport last year was straightward, dare I say easy online, and 10 days after filling out the form and supplying a new photo the new passport arrived in my hands. Done and dusted! 

Ah but what about the infamous French bureacracy, I hear you say? You would be right but each time I encounter it, the system surpasses itself in frustration, worry, ridiculousness, slowness.

I received a message from the French Embassy (I am a French national registered as living overseas) alerting me that a consular representative from Wellington would be doing a tour of the South Island and meetings must be booked in advance.

OK, I whipped off an email to secure a spot with the consular representative visiting Christchurch. I was awarded a spot and told what I needed to bring with me.

  • An identity photo less than 3 months old
  • My current French passport 
  • A copy of my livret de famille if I wanted to keep using my married name. I don't have one of these as I have never had children or married in France so I brought along a copy of my French birth certificate which shows the same information 
  • Copy of my Déclaration de Nationalité (French) and my NZ passport 
  • Proof of address in NZ (using IRD or bank statement)
  • Payment proof via timbre-électronique (a printed receipt issued via a French government website which would only accept payment from my NZ bank account (????) 
  • A track and trace envelope issued by NZ post with my name and address on it to have my passport sent to me.

 The meeting was held at the premises of the Alliance Française and conducted in French. I was very nervous as my French is now very rusty and I don't hear well, even with hearing aids, but it all went well and the consul was extremely nice. She complemented me on my excellent preparation of documents. I had brought along the 'kitchen sink' and more because - you never know. My fingerprints were taken, every document was scanned and popped into her satchel. Then she asked me if I would like to renew my Carte d’Identité (national ID card). 

I hesitated as I had about a year left on it and thought it might be easier to do once I was in France. "It's free," she said. "Once in France you can have it 'digitised' on official government websites which makes using ID easier and means you can vote with it." Oh well, why not? Luckily for me I had brought extra documents and passport photos. Lots more forms to sign. I had to hand over both my passport and ID card. I explained I was sentimentally attached to them because of the process of getting them in the first place and what they meant to me. France chose ME and I appreciated the Republic recognising my qualities. She smiled, delighted, and said "Yes you WERE chosen and you will always be welcome in France." It felt as if big warm wings envelopped me and I belonged. 

After exchanging pleasantries I left and hoped I'd have my new documents in four to six weeks time as per the email.

When will I learn? Such optimism is not warranted. 

Three weeks went by and I received a phone call from the embassy who were about to destroy my passport, they said. Was I sure I wanted to do this? Yes, and explained the situation. Three weeks had passed and that's where the process had gotten to? Two more weeks went by and I received an email from Wellington saying that since I wanted to keep my married name I would have to get authorisation from my EX husband - a letter and proof of his identity as in passport. Ridiculous! I had not had to do that to get my first set of IDs. What if he was dead? I dug around my email boxes and found an address and sent him a request.

He replied, none too impressed with the French insistence but two days later he sent me a written letter and a photo of his passport. Twelve days later on I got an email from the embassy saying that the letter did not have a physical signature (just electronic addresses and phone numbers) and that the 'stamp' (from a Justice of the peace) on it dated 2023 would just not 'fly'. 

Steam was coming out of my ears and probably those of my EX as I sent him yet another request. He kindly resupplied a fresh letter with a hand-written signature and a copy of his passport without the stamp on it.

I heard nothing for weeks and was too scared to ring as French public servants do not like to be checked on. After more than two months of waiting I finally received a tracking number for delivery of my passport, requiring a signature. Whew! But wait! You then have to go to the ANTS website with an access code and a scan of your new passport and its number to validate it otherwise it gets cancelled by Interpol.

I then received an email informing me I would need to make an appointment with the consul based in Christchurch  (yes, a different one) to get my ID card which is now credit card size rather than the larger one I had previously. They will not send these to one's home for security reasons.

Eventually I rocked up to her home with the required ID and cash (for her services). Things were signed and stamped. She preferred to speak in English and was very nice. I described the rigmarole I had been through. She replied that there are 70 million inhabitants in France and they are constantly having to deal with identity fraud. Only 5 million inhabitants live in NZ so it's a matter of scale, she explained.

She asked me how it was that I had citizenship - was it through marriage or my mother? No, I proudly replied, I earned it by myself, living and working in France. She seemed pleased and wished me luck selling my house and arriving back in France. She will have understood how difficult it is to become French, on one's own. Things are even stricter now with the rules and processes. I can't wait to use these new documents.

A French biometric passport allows citizens to travel to over 185 countries visa-free or with visa-on-arrival.

Sunday, 2 August 2026

'Breaking' news of Osteoporosis



My doctor had been muttering for two years about organising a DEXA scan for me. I wish she had done it when she first said she would.

A DEXA scan measures your bone density at three sites: Lumbar spine, hips, top of femur. This is a good idea for post-menopausal women, especially those of us who have had to take cortico-steroids such as Prednisone for extended periods (months or years) as those leach bone strength.

I eventually received an appointment. DEXA or Dual-Energy X-ray Absorptiometry, is  a fast, painless imaging test that uses very low-dose Xrays to measure bone mineral density and body composition. It is the gold standard used to diagnose osteoporosis (brittle bones) or osteopenia (low bone mass), and to assess your risk of future bone fractures. Bone fractures can be life-changing and sometimes fatal. DEXA generally focuses on the hip and lower spine and the head of your femur (thigh bone). You lie on your back making sure you are wearing no metal and the machine moves back and forth scanning your mid-section. It's easy. It takes 10-20 minutes maximum.

  • Do not wear clothing with metal zippers, belts or buttonsDo not take any calcium or tums the morning of the exam
  • If you have had a barium study wait at least 7 days before having a DEXA scan
  •  If you have been injected with contrast CT or MRI scan, wait at least 7 days before having the DEXA
  • If you have had a Nuclear Medicine study done, wait at least 7 days before having a DEXA scan.
What happens if your scan comes back showing that you have osteoporosis? This can be a shock. It was for me as I have always kept very active throughout my life with going to the gym and various forms of dance, gardening etc. I thought I would be Ok, what more could I do? Unfortunately I had been prescribed 16 months on the steroid Prednisone for Polymyalgia Rheumatica. Prednisone has multiple nasty effects. To help my bones I was also prescribed monthly vitamin D but it was still stripped out. Now I felt fragile in my lumbar spine, hips and femur. Scared something would fracture (always possible with my bad T scores). So what do doctors do for folks like me? They prescribe bisphospohonates.

Normally the oral form is prescribed but my stomach, which has already been wrecked by doctors' prescribing habits, is unable to tolerate them in my stomach. This class of drugs slows down the body's natural osteoclasts from breaking down old bone. I asked about anabolics which encourage osteoblasts to build new bone but was told NO. They are too expensive and are never used unless the bisphosphonates don't work. There are other drugs requiring injections but you can never stop using them as if you do your bones will almost immediately deteriorate.

That left me with only one option: have a bisphosphonate infusion - straight into the veins thus bypassing the stomach. They hook you up to an IV for 20 minutes and you are done for a year. OK, here's the bad news... there are side effects. One of the most scarey is osteonecrosis of the jaw- basically your jaw bone starts to die. It is rare but it happens. You can't have any major dental surgery while on this stuff so get checked over by your doctor before having the infusion. And wouldn't you know it, as an older person I had a severe reaction about 13 hours later. It was so bad I rang healthline for advice. They called an ambulance $$$$$$. Arriving at the Emergency Department I was looked after by kind doctors and nurses. Chest Xray, back Xray, blood tests, vitals. I had chest pain, extreme pain in my back and shoulders and major sweating with rigors, vomiting and a temperature. When you live alone these effects can be frightening.

Once the ED had determined that it was the infusion creating the havoc and that my life was not in immediate danger I took a taxi home but I was far from well - violent vomiting, inability to eat and look after myself I simply had to stay put in bed or on the sofa until it wore off over the course of 3-4 days. I had expected flu-like sytems and headaches but not effects on this scale. My doctor had sheepishly said, before prescribing the infusion, that she had one woman who refused to ever have it again, it was so bad. ED said it could be tough. I would recommend finding someone to stay with you over the recovery period. Alas, I did not have that option.

I may have to repeat the infusion in a year. I was told I wouldn't have such severe reactions subsequent times. Oh yeah? My doctor has since said that due to my severe reaction I shouldn't have any more and will be referred in a year to a bone clinic where I might actually get what I want/need, anabolics to build bone. In the meantime she suggested I employ a physiotherapist to create a safe set of bone-strengthening exercises. 

I thought I was a strong and active person but this diagnosis can seriously affect how you see yourself and what is safe to do. Due to problem shoulders I can't do much in the way of weight training so will look for alternatives.



Wednesday, 8 July 2026

Becoming Me Part 2

Here's an update on progress through my transition from box colour to completely grey/white locks.

Two months before the photos in this article were taken I had asked to have my dye cut off by a hairdresser. Quite a milestone in a woman's life when she has been dyeing her hair for decades. See the previous article here https://francesbigadventure.blogspot.com/2026/06/becoming-me.html 

It came time for a trim to get rid of most of the remaining dye. You need at least 8 weeks in order to have enough grey regrowth behind the colour. I was looking forward to it as I was now sick of seeing any red. I'm finding I prefer the grey/white natural me now. I've taken another look at my wardrobe as it doesn't quite suit my new shade but I can't afford to throw things out and start again. Instead I am considering how to recombine my pieces. It's useful to reflect on this from time to time, eliminating clothes that no longer work or get worn. 

I've also indulged in some cheap jewellery, now that my ears can clearly be seen. That was a bit of fun and rejuvenated my interest in fashion, somewhat.


This time Janelle snipped off as much old red tint as she could whilst still keeping as much length as possible. I have almost eradicated the old me-colour and I much prefer my natural colour these days. In 8 weeks time all red traces will be gone. It's certainly a comfortable wash and wear, easy to maintain with just my fingers kind of style.

My skin tone gradually changed with the passing of the years without me being aware of it. I grew older while trying to keep myself as I had been for years.  I like this elegant look but I also know that I would like to start growing my hair longer again to just above my shoulders, eventually. I'll still have my waves but I won't be a slave to dyeing my hair, worrying about a skunk tripe every 3 weeks. Tranquil, accepting this new me. Will I be able to become a rock chick bass player again (see below 3 years ago) in the future? I'd like to if the opportunities present themselves.

I'm definitely ready to move forward with all my life-changing plans. Next steps will be to finalise the sale of my home, have a shoulder replacement and then move to France. That's probably enough to occupy me for the rest of this year. 




 

Monday, 1 June 2026

Becoming Me

I'd flirted with the idea of completely changing my hairstyle and country by the time I was 70. Neither eventuated. I still clung to old habits but my hair had become increasingly frustrating. The upkeep was annoying; buy a box colour (because I couldn't afford a salon visit), the mess and time involved in self-colouring every 3-4 weeks, serious hairfall over 10 months where the clumps of hair fell in the drain, the bathroom, and over my clothes. I looked tired and I was. I wanted to move back to France but that wasn't happening either; surprise health issues needed addressing and then my house would not sell. Nothing was working, many things seemed beyond my control. But, hang on, I COULD do something about my hair. Big thinks! I found I wasn't scared - I've survived bigger risks.

I discovered my significant hairfall was due to severe iron depletion so I started buying iron supplements - the right sort confirmed by my doctor. Righting the problem takes months but I'm onto it! OK now what? I spent hours pouring over grey transition videos on YouTube. I learned the options.


1. Just let it grow out and depending on how long I wanted my hair it would probably take two years, looking dreadful in the  process.

2. Get grey-blending done at the salon thus perpetuating chemical processes and spending lots of money that would need to be repeated and extras on special home care products

3. Get high lights and low lights: just more dying and stripping, bad for my hair and needing to be repeated.

4. Wear a wig but decent ones cost a fortune and need upkeep

5. Cut the dyed hair off and let my natural colour through. Modest costs and finished process in months but not the style I am utimately aiming for

I started by choosing number one but I looked dreadful, frumpy and it was only going to get worse. The demarcation line was extreme. Patience waivered.

At my current age of 71 I no longer care what other people think (mostly) and not being currently on stage in a rock band meant I could just go ahead and do what I thought was right for me: no chemicals so my health was not at risk, minimal expenditure because my monthly budget is extremely tight. How to do it? I felt I need a change of salon for this scale of hairstyle change. I put out a call for ideas from my local community Facebook page. Janelle answered my call and offered a free consultation in her neck of the woods. I accepted, excited and curious and a little apprehensive about uncovering the real me I had covered up for  47 years. Who was I , REALLY? Being honest with this part of myself is part of being authentic me and feeling comfortable with that. Each of us decides which option is right for us.

Oh come on, I said to myself just do it, hair grows. I chose option 5.

Janelle listened, explained and a week later she got to work on me. It was like watching Edward Scissorhands; the hair just flew with each flick of her wrists. We had some laughs and swapped life stories. A bit of bonding at times like this is important. I wasn't too worried because it had to be done. She was trying for a feminine short pixie. I did not want to look butch with hair too short ( you'd look like a tennis ball, she said) or a pudding basin disaster so the tips of my hair remained dyed. Those tips can be cut off at a future session in 2 months. I just have to grow it enough to do so. Certainly in 4 months it will be complete.

I plan to grow the pixie out eventually, allowing it to grow into a textured, funky white bob and keeping my curls. I should have that in about a year. Maybe a bit more, and in the meantime I will look coiffed, deliberate, instead of an indeterminate mess. Well, that's the plan. Janelle from Valentino's salon in Bishopdale did a good job in eliminating most of the dye but keeping some length. 

I will be happier when it is a wee bit longer but in the meantime I think exploring some new earrings might be fun! 

And so... here I am, adjusting and looking ahead and hoping that selling my home and moving back to France is not too far away. 

To date, comments from other folks have been very positive. 

Recommendation:
Janelle Fynmore at Valentino's valentinoshairdesign.co.nz for some great textured cutting. 

Phone: 03 359 9099 and mention me and my happy result

Worth remembering: As you age your hair changes a lot. You might find it gets wirey or changes from straight to curly, maybe it becomes drier and finer. All of those happened to me. Grieve who you were and get on with your next stage.There are usually cuts and products that can help. You just have to embrace the changes and do your best with them, along with your wrinkles. 


 Photo below shows where I want to get to, eventually...


 AI generated to give us an idea of what it could look like.



Saturday, 9 May 2026

George Sand - lucky to be ahead of her time


I had heard of the novelist George Sand but was never all that enthralled by her so I never read any of her books. However I had the opportunity to accompany a couple of militant feminists to the author's estate some hours drive away. I like visiting historic monuments so off we went. Who was this nineteeenth century feminist?

 Aurore Dupin de Francueil lived in France 1 July 1804 – 8 June 1876), and is best known by her nom de plume George Sand. She was a French novelist, memoirist and journalist and was more famous  in Britain in the 1830s and 1840s than in France. She is recognised as one of the most notable writers of the European Romantic era and has more than 50 volumes of various works to her credit, including tales, plays and political texts, alongside her 70 novels.

 George Sand advocated for women's rights, criticised structures such as marriage and fought against the prejudices of a conservative society. She was considered scandalous because of her turbulent love life, her adoption of masculine clothing, and her masculine pseudonym but she had the money to get away with it.


Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin, the future George Sand, was born on 1 July 1804 on rue Meslay in Paris to Maurice Dupin de Francueil and Sophie-Victoire Delaborde. She was the paternal great-granddaughter of the Marshal of France. For much of her childhood, she was raised by her grandmother Marie-Aurore de Saxe, Madame Dupin de Francueil, at her grandmother's house in the village of Nohant, in the French province of Berry. Sand inherited the impressive house and land in 1821 when her grandmother died, and used the setting in many of her novels. Her financial advantages early in life certainly gave her the base on which she
could indulge her ideas and rebellious nature.

Sand was one of many notable 19th-century women who chose to wear male attire in public. In 1800, the police chief of Paris issued an order requiring women to apply for a permit in order to wear male clothing. Some women applied for health, occupational, or recreational reasons (e.g horse riding), although many women chose to wear trousers and other traditional male attire in public without receiving a permit.

She did obtain a permit to wear men's clothing in 1831,  justifying it as being less expensive and far sturdier than the typical dress of a noblewoman at the time.  

In addition to being comfortable, Sand's male attire enabled her to circulate more freely in Paris than most of her female contemporaries and gave her increased access to venues that barred women, even those of her social standing. Also scandalous was Sand's smoking tobacco in public; neither peerage nor gentry had yet sanctioned the free indulgence by women of such a habit, especially in public, although Franz Liszt's lover did this as well, smoking large cigars.   


While some contemporaries were critical of her comportment, many people accepted her behaviour—until they became shocked with the subversive tone of her novels. Those who found her writing admirable were not bothered by her ambiguous or rebellious public behaviour. Having money makes a lot of things possible.

In 1822, at the age of eighteen, Sand married Francois Casimir Dudevant. She and Dudevant had two children: Maurice and Solange. Throughout her life she had a succession of affairs and a falling out with her daughter Solange. Her son Maurice was often on the estate and created a little puppet theatre along with meticulously made puppets. Plays were written and presented to friends at the house as evening entertainment. There was also a small human-sized theatre for private presentations. 

In 1831, at the age of 27, she chose her pseudonym George Sand. "Sand" was derived from the name of her lover and fellow writer Jules Sandeau, as the pair had previously co-authored a novel under the pseudonym J. Sand. 

She added George to complete the name and distinguish it from Sandeau's, removing the final "s" from the usual French spelling of the name to heighten its ambiguity as a pseudonym. 

Victor Hugo commented, "George Sand cannot determine whether she is male or female. I entertain a high regard for all my colleagues, but it is not my place to decide whether she is my sister or my brother."

A sentiment that could be held very topical today. 

 

George Sand had a stormy relationship with Frederick Chopin, the pianist and composer, which lasted for 9 years. They lived at the estate at Nohant when they weren't staying in Paris. So they were happy for a time until the arguments and differing aspirations got too much.

Sand died at Nohant, near Châteauroux, in France's Indre département on 8 June 1876, at the age of 71. She was buried in the family's private graveyard behind the chapel at Nohant-Vic. Her house was purchased by the French state in 1952. The house was preserved because it was where Sand wrote many of her books and hosted some of the most important artists and writers of her time, including Chopin, Liszt, Balzac, Delacroix.  

The gardens are classified by the French Ministry of Culture as among the Notable gardens of France. They did not much impress me, having too much of a sameness about them and lacking much plant diversity or colour. The entrance to the garden features a 19th century rose garden but I found it rather tame.  

The same could be said for the vegetable garden which was underwhelming. The orchard, or what remains of it from 1843, is clearly very old and not looking in the best of health. The two cedar trees that she planted to commemorate the birth of her two children, Solange and Maurice are still there.  

The house is open to the public and is managed by the Centre des Monuments Nationaux. Touring the interior was interesting, starting with new technologies of the day that Sand introduced, such as the stove. There ís a collection of 'bells' above the door to alert domestic staff to which room they were immediately needed.There are also a few rooms within the house that Sand designed, including the "blue room", where she died. The room where Chopin composed and the one where Sand worked can also be seen. It is worth a visit as it has remained much they way it was in George Sand's day though it is now owned by the state. A gift from her grand-daughter to preserve the estate.

More about her son Maurice 

Her pampered and adored son Maurice, found Nohant the ideal setting for all his passions and research. Educated at the age of 17 in Delacroix's studio, he learned the rudiments of painting and drawing from the famous painter. In addition, he became a set designer, stage hand, puppeteer, prop maker, author and actor. He doesn't seem to have been able to support himself long term with his efforts and relied on his mother for that.

Maurice Sand brought the forgotten art of puppetry up to date. He created two theaters in Nohant: one for small wooden actors, the other for live actors . Maurice carved the heads of his characters from limewood, and George dressed them. It was a shared job. Maurice was also becoming an experienced manipulator. It was a real investment for him, as he devoted so much of his time to it.  

Maurice's magnificent studio in the attic of the house contains many treasures: drawings, sketches, travel notebooks, insect and mineral collections, puppets, set elements, herbarium plates, theater posters and more. I found the puppets to be nicely done. George Sand did much of the sewing.