Friday Five

I’m being a total slacker today and taking off work to have breakfast and hang out with my aunt and Mommom. It’s one of my favorite traditions; we go to the same diner, sit in the same booth, and all order off the $3.99 Specials menu. Don’t let the price fool you, the portions are gigantic and I don’t have to eat again until dinner. There’s also the added bonus of hanging out with my hilarious almost-90 grandmother. She’s a character.

I also want to mention that right now, Gary Oldman is filming a movie in the city. MY city! Only a few blocks from my house! To say that I am in Creepy Stalker Mode would be an understatement. I’m basically inspecting every older male that walks by me, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. That would make my life complete. And also maybe guarantee I end up in jail for assault by hugging.

So yeah, there’s a Gary Oldman reference in today’s Friday Five.

1. “Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy” / 2. Birdcage / 3. Tunic / 4. “Midnight in Paris” gif / 5. Pillow

To be fair, the version of John Le Carré’s massive spy novel I have doesn’t have Gary Oldman on the cover, but that’s only because Boyfriend bought it. When he gave up on reading it I decided to pick it up (mostly thanks to Lauren’s recommendation), and wow. You know how at the beginning of “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo” there is a family tree of characters because there are so many with so many strange names? Yeah, that would have been helpful in this book. That’s not to say I’m not enjoying it, because I am (the addition of yet another excuse to think about Gary Oldman will always be welcome), but man, it is dense.

In styling the guest room I briefly considered adding this vintage-y birdcage, but decided it might sway the entire scheme too feminine. Now I’m debating whether or not that’s true. It looks like it will be a pain to keep dust-free, but I don’t know, there’s something (shabby-)chic about it, don’t you think? And speaking of chic, how much do you love that J.Crew chambray tunic dress? It looks like one of those pieces that can be worn year round with the right styling. I’m trying to buy investment pieces rather than clothes than only serve one specific purpose (see: my entire wardrobe for Europe), and that tunic looks like it would fit the bill nicely.

I’ve found perhaps the most useful gif of all time: Hemingway in “Midnight in Paris” saying, “My opinion is I hate it.” I have a collection of gifs that are applicable to lots of different situations (much like this hilarious time-suck) but this one takes the cake. When someone suggests we go for a run? My opinion is I hate it. Having to wake up before 11am? My opinion is I hate it. The whole Chik-fil-A gay marriage stance? My opinion is I hate it.

What I don’t hate at all is that adorable Paris print pillow. Sam, in all her loveliness, was kind enough to see it and immediately think of me. I love being thought of in that way! Isn’t it just the cutest? The bunting flags and the little people in pea coats. Even the little puppy has a big red bow on! Tres adorable, non?

Alright, kiddos, what are you up today? What about this weekend? I have nothing on the agenda except catching up on some Vanity Fair and doing some more investigative creepin’ to find Gary Oldman. Highly important work! Take care and I’ll see you on Monday!

My Inner French Girl

I’m having way too much fun with this. If I could go back in time to last February, I’d start a blog called “My Inner French Girl” because if you think about it, it would accomplish the exact same thing as this one: endless pictures of Paris, drooling over macarons, all-white European apartments, and a (un)healthy dose of Gary Oldman for good measure. Man, if only, right?

This week my Inner French Girl is going out for a casual stroll. I don’t think she has a job, because it’s a Thursday and she’s got no where to be. No, I’m not living vicariously through her or anything. I don’t wish that one day my life will include walking along the Seine to the Grand Palais for no other reason than I want to see it, why? Why would I want a life that includes stopping into my local bakery and picking up a crusty baguette and wandering where the day may take me, the Eiffel Tower always in my view? God, that sounds horrible.

1. Tank / 2. Skirt / 3. Cardigan / 4. Wedges / 5. Satchel / 6. Sunglasses / 7. Lipstick / 8. Umbrella / 9. Journal / 10. Baguettes

I legitimately want everything in this picture. That tank top, the cardigan, the shoes, the bag, the umbrella, and most of all the baguettes. I could subsist solely on French baked goods if someone would let me. My dad actually bought me that journal years ago for Christmas. It’s Italian and the pages are bordered with this beautiful hand-dyed marbled paint. It’s really spectacular and I should start writing in it. My Inner French Girl writes in hers. She sits on a bench in Parc Monceau and nibbles on her baguette while she jots down little observances. Un homme et son chien amble by and he smiles warmly at her. It starts to rain lightly so she puts her notebook and what’s left of her baguette in her bag, pops open her umbrella and heads home.

A Classic Garden

Ever since I used this picture a few weeks ago for a Like a Picture, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head.


There is just something beautiful and magical about the entire scene; the way the light is filtering in, the rustic table-setting, the way I can almost here that gravel crunch underfoot. We all pretty much agreed we’d love to sit out there and pass the time with a good drink and some good company. Living in the city, we don’t get that sort of luxury. Well, you can, but it comes at a price few people can actually afford. I wish I could somehow keep everything I love about urban living but put that exact garden right behind my house. Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?

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