The Inner Five-Year-Old

I like to think that I act maturely for my age. Pretentious of me, perhaps, but if nearly every person I’ve encountered in my mere seventeen years of existence has had preconceptions that I was at least two years senior my actual age (since I was little, for better or for worse), I do think I am somewhat entitled to assume so.

Since I was four, my mother would chuckle at my attempts to mimic the likes of successful, career-driven women (giving presentations on what color crayon was best, how-to’s, etc. to an invisible audience) in the midst more age-appropriate antics and my obsession with creating ensembles and modeling for my mother down the wooden hallway I called my makeshift catwalk. She often called me a twenty-year old woman trapped in a child’s body, inhibited only by my actual age and size.

But on occasion the five year old girl within makes cameo appearances. And those who are lucky – or unlucky – enough to witness an event as rare as catching a glimpse of a shooting star can vouch that it is quite the interesting experience. If you do wish to participate in a viewing of such revealing of my inner child, mark your calendars! It happens on two occasions, and two occasions only, mes chéris: (1) during the holiday season, from the month of December to New Year’s, particularly around Christmastime, and (2) when I get packages/mail/letters via the trusty postal service we all know and love.

Now let us examine the second phenomenon, in which it is subdivided into two categories. Case one would be classified as a situation in which I had previous knowledge of the package(s) and its expected arrival date. A.k.a. I had swiped darling daddy’s credit card and bought a little something for myself. In this situation, I would obsessively track the package for its safe delivery (thank God for the UPS tracking technology). Case no. 2 is far more exciting; these are the packages/letters that catch me by surprise, making my day far more exciting!

So imagine my childish antics in opening coming home from a long day of interning and bland court-related jibberish to find not one, but three packages awaiting my eager fingers to tear open. Three lovely packages! Where the first was an example of case one, and the latter two were classified under case two. Do excuse the quality of the pictures, my camera is quite shabby.

It amuses me that these three items should be black. Suitable, I think!

This, my pretties, is my petit cadeau from the talented and oh-so-incroyable La Flore et La Faune for winning the Summer Love Contest! I simply cannot express how much I adore what Sylvain calls a “petite cadeau” – I love little books (French ones, in particular) chock full of pictorial goodness and quotes! Merci; je t’aime! This truly is an incredible prize to win!

Again, kindly ignore the awkward lighting (apparently wooden hangers leave yellow-ish reflections on the wall?). But I present to you my American Apparel bodysuit! As of late I’ve been coveting the edgier, if not saucier, looks nearly ubiquitous in the blogosphere. And I’ve been in dire need of a one-piece bather (for the beach only), as I sometimes am not in the mood to flaunt and prance about in an teensy ruffled bikini after a good meal. The versatility is quite amazing – a great leotard for dance, for regular wear, for the beach – which makes the price tag quite amazing!

I confess. This leotard is my first purchase from American Apparel, one that has me officially in love with AA. Of course I coveted the bodycon skirts and notoriously sexy u-back dresses, but my shopping ban has restricted me from actually buying them. I have heard of the amazing quality and fit of their pieces that I now can vouch for. I must say I was very much impressed with the quick shipping, for one. And the quality of the piece is ah-ma-zing. It truly fits like a charm, a godsend I must say! Most body conscious pieces don’t fit as body conscious as I would like; they either fit the bust and hips well but loose at the waist, or vice versa. I have this love-hate relationship with my hourglass shape. Well, mostly love, I must admit, only a bit of hatin’ when it comes to finding the right pieces that fit.

Oh, and this piece is sexxxx-ayy. Sexy enough for multiple “x‘s”.

This, my darlings, would be my new  f a v o r i t e  piece, sent to me courtesy of the Canadian designer, Anastasia Lomonova, whom I wrote about for Dujour a while back. She is unbelievably sweet – so thank you Anastasia! Sadly my photography skills (I blame the camera) do the sweater dress no justice whatsoever. It is a stunning scoopneck, batwing sleeved dress – a lovely brick pattern with gold speckles that is a bit sheer: a combination of my favorite characteristics in apparel. I simply cannot wait for the colder weather so I can prance about in its loveliness and take a proper photo of it then for you to ooh and ahh at; another sexy piece to behold, one I love wearing it off the shoulder with a pair of platform heels.

I swoon, I die. (I had to, sorry. Okay not really.)

bisous,

La C.