Long story short: I came, I saw, I conquered. (Translate: I came, I saw, I swooned, I tried on, swooned again and my lovely, lovely mother forked over her credit card. So technically, she conquered. I just wore.) Short story long: This whole forties-fifties-sixties-seventies redux comes at such a ... Read More
Monday Blues
Mondays in my Filofax are always filled with an entire "to-do" list for the week, neatly bulleted and dutifully checked with a highlighter when completed. It's a system I've used for a few years now (since junior high, I think), and it's worked fairly well in organizing my head to keep sane. There ... Read More
Madame G.
Reading all these stories and blogs of ex-pats in Paris have me yearning to return for an extended holiday and nostalgic with my own beginning into Francophilia. Grade six (junior high) was the first time I was given the freedom of choosing which foreign language I wanted to take; Spanish was ... Read More