Toast socks
I found this in a folder called ‘Sabine’ – don’t remember them or naming them ‘Toast socks’ (or where they came from), but I still like them very much.
Sunday
I’ve been working very late every single night; once a week peek-a-boo seems to be all I can manage…
So here is a peek at my Sunday: rediscovering that my Porter has a long strap and that such a little detail can make a nice difference to an outfit. Also rediscovering a pair of knee-high black socks I’ve owned since I was 14 (that’s 17 years! Crazy…). Getting away to share a cup of tea with the most gorgeous friend (and feeling wired for the rest of the afternoon because black tea just has that effect one me… Even though it’s supposed to contain so little caffeine it wouldn’t even wire a gnat…). And adopting a succulent that found a home in one of our favourite glasses.
Please don’t ask me about ‘The Fall of the House of Usher‘ – I started reading it when I was 19 and haven’t finished it yet (it may or may not involve a story about insomnia while holidaying in Lyon, and getting spooked more than I care to admit).
Numbers
In the last 7 days, I turned 31 years and 31 days. I thrifted the perfect denim skirt for $4. I watched ‘The Hunt for Red October‘ for what must be the 15th time. I caught my first cold of the winter. I overslept my alarm twice. And according to this picture, I mixed patterns (stripes) once. Because my favourite warm scarves were both in the wash. Oh yes. I’ve been busy.
Le conundrum
Madame Little Brown Pen – Nichole – is tackling the question of stripes and their predictable association with French fashion.
I’ve wondered about this with some disbelief because I never knew. I thought my wearing of stripes might equal an obsession with straight lines (check), but a badge of nationality?
Add your two cents to the conversation here. Or just visit and look at gorgeous pictures. Or both.
(T-shirt from Monsieur T – but no longer available by the looks of it).
You look like a cliché
I love Anna Bond’s illustrations and stationery – to the point I am thinking about commissioning a portrait of us for our 10th (crikey!) wedding anniversary this year.
And I love this print of hats – which includes a béret, which I can’t get away with wearing without being called a cliché by Christian (he’s probably right).
You can buy the illustration here, and look at the rest of Rifle’s shop here.
Lawbreaker
Charles Bremner just informed me that I repeatedly broke the law in high school and onwards. By pilfering my father’s and brother’s closet and borrowing their clothes.
I quote: ‘France has never rescinded an old law that prohibits women from dressing in men’s attire without permission from Monsieur le Préfet.‘*
So will I get tackled next time I go through Customs to make up for years of civil dressing disobedience?
*Read the article here.
(And you can buy that pretty shirt here).
All the landmarks and airports a baby would need to know about
My gorgeous friend Jess sent me this the other day.
To put it to good use we just need to:
*Make up our minds once and for all whether we want children.
*Agree on names – which have to work equally well in both French and English AND have the same spelling in both languages (because I don’t want my children to have a multiple split personality thing going depending on which language they introduce themselves in), not end in -ie for girls (Christian’s foot down) or be Charles or Félix for boys (Christian’s foot again, based on mental connections with British royal family which he’s not fond of, and tv show ‘The Odd Couple’).
*Agree on number of middle names – 2 (my foot down, because in France we have at least that number).
*Agree on where we want them: Europe (yes, yes!) or Australia (far, far – from family and cousins – but current foreseeable country of residence).
You know what? That cute Paris map also comes printed on a bag. I think I’ll take that instead for the moment. And keep on bugging my sister to have a second baby :)
Being very predictable
If something has stripes, you can bet I will like it. And want it.
So, it follows I like this Poppet dress from her new summer collection, and want it.
More Poppet here.
PS: Poppet is the cutest name for a store. The owner also seems to be the cutest thing (aside from being a serious maker of darling clothes): she plays the banjo, particularly to her dog, and she rocks white socks with sandals. Yay!
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