I gave the whole “I’m not going to write about stuff that I want to buy the entire time Boyfriend is away” a valiant effort and lasted all of 4 days. Not bad all things considered, but today I really wanted to bring back My Inner French Girl. She’s a wonderful distraction and I’m having a lot of fun daydreaming about her life. Who doesn’t love a little escapism now and then? Especially when you’ve been sleeping terribly, watching too much television, and eating nothing but Oreos.
Tomorrow is Saturday, and there is nothing more sacred to either her or me than weekend brunch. It just so happens that my Inner French Girl will (she really needs a name, mails oui?) be attending a brunch at her darling friend’s apartment in Montmartre tomorrow morning, with about five of their amies.
My Inner French Girl ties a scarf around her hair and picks a cozy sweater that she stole from her father from the back of her closet to wear over a dress that reminds her of the Degas sculpture of the young ballerina. She chooses a delicate, beautiful ring and a pair of comfortable heels since, like her own building, her friend’s apartment has no lift. She’ll pack her camera to capture some of the morning, and on the way she stops for a bottle of bubbly. The girls will sit around and smoke and drink champagne and all her friends will press her about Matthieu. She’ll blush and deny she even knows what they’re talking about. They’ll chat and they’ll mangent well into the afternoon.
In real-life, my weekend looks nowhere near as wonderfully exciting. Though my plan today includes buying both that gorgeous rose lip balm and that candle, which smells like fresh baking bread (come ON). And in other real-life news: I’m guest-posting today over at my dreamboat Annie’s blog, Insideology. The lucky duck is in Tuscany and gave me the honor of posting in her absence. Have a wonderful, French-y weekend, kiddos!