France, Paris especially, is one of the places that’s high on my to-see list. I fantasize about wearing a sun dress, riding a bicycle around with a baguette in the basket on my way to gaze at anything and everything beautiful and think about going to sample macarons. In this fantasy I am fluent in French, a zillion pounds lighter and my hair is much longer and less fluffy. So essentially I am fantasizing about being someone else.
When my friend Megan told me she was going to France, I told her she needed to bring me back macarons, the Eiffel Tower and a postcard. I got the macarons (After sending her quite a few pictures so she knew what they were) and some awesome Moulin Rouge coasters.
Megan agreed to let me share her beautiful photos in exchange for me talking about how awesome she is (or really, she asked what my blog was for and I just sighed because she should already know these things).
Though the Eiffel Tower picture is my favorite, the others are quite stunning as well so enjoy! And feel free to imagine yourself on a bike with the perfect temperature on your way to taste lots of amazing wine. You’re welcome.
Oh! Let’s not forget!
(from one of those delicious drink beach days)
I feel like every day is a case of the Mondays, like I can’t get into a routine that sticks so I stay in bed for a half hour after my alarm goes off reading messages on my phone. Now I’m sitting here in makeup and pajamas avoiding thinking about breakfast.
I had this awesome weekend. But they’re always too short. Can we make the weekends a little bit longer?
Or make the week nights feel weekendish. I’m not even sure what that means. Mostly leaving work refreshed and ready for anything, instead of tired after a long day. Plans that aren’t too complicated. Or absolutely no plans at all. What do you weekends look like? For me they’re usually about a meal out or two, driving a lot and hanging out. Or they’re about going things for me, hanging out in Starbucks nursing a drink while I stare at blank pages, write in my journal or read. Sometimes, usually when the weather is a bit cooler and it doesn’t cost to park at the beach, that’s what I do. I drive down there and sit in my car with the windows open and I take pictures out my window and I drink something delicious. (I hate drinking calories but there’s something about an amazing drink that makes me do so occasionally). And I read. Because I can’t really write in my car. Sometimes I daydream. Sometimes I listen to Pandora.
I have nine minutes to get dressed and make/ eat breakfast. This is always the part where I fail.
Someone ought to bring me a Peanut Butter Wonderful iced coffee.
La Dolce Vita.
Renaming Things I Love to something else. Because in the long run, all of these little pieces of life, the time that slips between the cracks, the pages that smell like old books, the people that come and go, the muscle pains two days after a work out, finding a bag on sale for even more than it was marked down to, these are all the odds and ends that make up our life. They’re the things that are quickest to be forgotten in stressful times and sometimes the least to be appreciated because they tend not to be part of the “big picture” (though sometimes they absolutely are).
mango hand lotion and glittery body mousse
starting a collection of Judy Blume books (15 years late but who cares?) So far, out of Forever, Deenie and Tiger Eyes, Tiger Eyes is my favorite
water and ac in my house is all that’s keeping me sane this summer
those rare perfect weather days
committing to myself again
counting Weight Watcher’s points and sticking to the program
making goals for myself
meditating in the back yard
Starbuck’s new refreshers drinks
buying a huge orange striped beach hat
Old fashioned movie theaters with black & white movie stars’ faces as wall paper for the entrance to the bathroom
What’s in your sweet life this week/ month/ year/ life?