New French Reads

Last night, I had a girl’s dinner with the A-Team (I work with a disproportionate amount of people whose names start with A; last night was Aisling, Audrey, and Anna) at a sweet BYOB for no reason other than that we could. Anna and Aisling split a bottle of Malbec, Audrey brought Pumpkin beer, so I was left to finish almost an entire bottle of Vinho Verde (yes, the same kind I mentioned in my very first post. I like what I like, what can I say?) by myself. Audrey pitched in at the end when the waiter, obviously opposed to me taking the bottle home, took it upon himself to empty it into our two glasses. Needless to say I went home and got into bed at 9:15. I love girl’s nights.

But before I met up with them, I had a few errands to run in town. I needed a new notebook for my French Immersion class this Saturday (it’s definitely happening this time! It’s not postponed again!) and since I can never walk past Barnes & Noble without at least stopping in and, more often than not, buying a new book, I want to share a new read I picked up. I attempted to start it last night, but wine happened.

1. Murder on the Eiffel Tower / 2. The Montmartre Investigation / 3. The Assassin in the Marais / 4. The Disappearance at Pere-Lachaise / 5. In the Shadows of Paris

I bought “Murder on the Eiffel Tower” to start, but I seriously had to restrain myself from buying all 5. Consider the remaining 4 officially on my Christmas list this year (are you paying attention, Boyfriend?). Books set in Paris? Check! During La Belle Epoque? Check! Old fashioned whodunnits? Check! What’s not to love? Except the part where I’m terrified of murders, so this might be a book I can only read during the day time (much like this one). I’ll owe you a more detailed book review other than “It’s so pretty and it’s set in PARIS!” once I, you know, actually start reading it. Until then, seriously, how pretty are those covers?! Also, totally naming my first born Claude.

What are you reading these days?

Feeling Moody

clockwise from top left: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

I’ll keep this brief, but here is a small moodboard to sum up how I’m feeling this week. I’m one of those rare birds that enjoys when it gets dark outside at 4:30pm; it gives me more time to snuggle up under blankets with Fitz. I also hate the sun (don’t ask) so moody and rainy weather is welcomed with open arms. It makes me want to take long baths, write, sleep, and just be. Do you ever feel that way? Where you just want to shut off everything around you and just soak up the silence? Or, in my case, talk out loud to yourself in character to help write dialogue. Can someone pay me a full salary + benefits to be a stay-at-home writer? That’s all I want to do these days, and there is just never enough time. C’est la vie, non?

Packing. Already.

I could stare at this for hours. Here’s an Erin fun-fact: my book begins on New Years in Paris, so this is particularly magical. Everything is glittering! I remember our last night in Paris in May, we decided to go to the Eiffel Tower at 11pm after dinner at an amazing restaurant Süsk recommended, La Mascotte. We took the metro from Charles de Gaulle Etoile down to the Champs de Mar station, and I remember as the train crossed the Ponte Bir-Hakeim, it was pitch black and then the Eiffel Tower just appeared, sparkling, in the window. It was just there, magically, out of no where. I wasn’t prepared for it and it knocked the wind out of me. And then we took an elevator to the top of the tower, and I panicked the entire ride because I am terrified of elevators, and Boyfriend panicked the entire time we were on the observation deck because he is afraid of heights. It went something like this: “OPEN THE DOORS OPEN THE DOORS OPEN THE DOORS.” “GET AWAY FROM THE RAILING GET AWAY FROM THE RAILING.” I can’t wait to relive that.

So because I’m super anxious (you’re talking to the girl who ironed her trench coat before the last trip) I’ve already started packing for Paris in March. I just bought a new carry-on suitcase (it’s one of those spinners you can push in any direction) and I’ve been making list after list of outfit options. I’m going with light layers because the weather could be anywhere between 45 and rainy to 60 and sunny (based on the last two years of weather records for the dates we’re going in March. Yes, I’ve done my research). I bought a new coat (in black! waterproof! with a hood! just don’t tell anyone I own something from Bebe) and have apparently become even more allergic to color than I’d thought was possible. As I type this I’m sitting in black pants and a black turtleneck. So it should be no surprise that I’ve packed the following layerable basics:

1. Turtleneck / 2. Blouse / 3. Long sleeve shirt / 4. Cardigan / 5. Dress / 6. Black skirt / 7. Maroon skirt / 8. Boots / 9. Pants / 10. Leggings / 11. Purse / 12. Tights / 13. Tights / 14. Suitcase

With the exception of the boots and the long sleeve shirt, I have everything else. I didn’t buy anything with the specific intention of wearing it in Paris (lies, but for the most part I had all of these pieces already), but because everything is simple and basic, they can be mixed and matched and layered as needed. This obviously isn’t everything, because I’m still short a few days and at least one night dinner outfit. And who knows, I might end up having to revise my entire strategy as it gets closer to our departure date (ahem, not 4 months out) and we have a better idea of the weather. I’m oddly at peace being this neurotic and over-planning months in advance. It’s how I roll. I even bought travel-size face wash and I could be ready to go by the end of the week if I had to.

Sunday Brunch

The most revered of weekly rituals, Sunday Brunch is like my religion. And like most observations of faith, I’m rarely up in time to experience it. But when my lovely friend Aisling suggested we meet on Sunday to have brunch and do some shopping, I couldn’t say no. We had walked by this adorable cafe a few weeks before and I’m so happy we made it a point to go in and enjoy a sun-soaked meal. La Petite Dauphine is simple in its decor (black ceiling, white walls, stark decorations save for the table of French magazines by the door) and menu offerings (certainly don’t come here looking for something greasy or Americanized like pancakes) but it gets it right in every other way. The service is laid back (they are French, after all) but sweet, and despite the line of patrons queuing by the door, we were never once rushed. We both ordered a large pot of tea (white peony for me and peach apricot for her) and stuffed ourselves on French carbs.

I had a croissant and then smoked salmon with capers, red onion, and toasted brioche, and Aisling had the largest omelet I’ve ever seen, stuffed with brie and asparagus, with toast and butter and preserves. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any photos our food, as we were too busy eating and gabbing. We each had four cups of tea and made out for under $20 a person with tip. La Petite Dauphine’s website promised macarons, but I sadly didn’t see any in the cafe. Either they didn’t have them or my macaron-radar is broken. Afterwards we made the rounds to Barney’s Coop, J. Crew, and Paper Source. It was a totally restorative afternoon; thanks for planning, A!

Aisling and I are going to organize a girl’s outing for their afternoon tea service (tea sandwiches!) closer to Christmas. I can’t wait to go back.

La Petite Dauphine is located at 2029 Walnut Street /

Friday Five

This post is a shout out both to my wallet (Get ready, yo!) and to Lauren,who earlier in the week lamented her lack of cute winter-weather footwear. Seeing as I wear the same pair of shoes until the soles come flapping off, I too am in need of some new shoes that can hold up to daily trudging to and from the subway. If the weather is inclement, I’ll obviously switch to the super insulated Bean Boots my mom bought me as an early birthday present. Suede is not perhaps the most functional in slushy, wet weather, but if this coming winter is anything like last winter, I won’t have to worry, as it was relatively dry. Here are 5 pairs of cute ankle boots I’m refraining from buying immediately.

1. Sam Edelman “Petty” / 2. Unlisted “Beyond Me” / 3. ASOS “Chelsea” / 4. Madden Girl “Dontee” / 5. Nine West “Sosie”

Okay, so that’s a lie, because I totally bought #2, the Kenneth Cole cognac boots. I can see myself wearing them in Paris (oh, yeah, by the way, I’m already outfit-planning and mentally packing. Congratulations to all of you who get to deal with this neurosis until March) or with sweater dresses in December and January. I’m completely, totally in love with every single pair of those shoes. The Sam Edelman pair have long been on my radar, but I have a logistical question: what kind of socks do you wear with those? Pair #4, the Steve Madden chukkas, remind me of a much pricier J. Crew pair, but are just as cute and can be worn with anything. Lauren: are any of these striking your fancy? Did I totally miss the mark? And everyone else, what do you guys think? Which pair is your favorite? The best part: with the exception of the Sam Edelmans, they’re all under $75.

Paris, encore

So because this week wasn’t going well enough already, I have a very exciting announcement. Here’s a hint:

Give up? I AM GOING BACK TO PARIS IN MARCH FOR 6 DAYS! I don’t think I need to explain how happy this makes me, but just in case you need a reminder of just how much I love Paris, see almost every post I’ve ever written (specifically thisthisthisthisthisthis, and this. And these.) I was going to leave the day after Thanksgiving but decided to wait until I had 10 weeks of French class under my belt so I’d feel more comfortable communicating. It will be a short trip, but long enough to recharge my batteries and clear my head. And do some serious writing. I will probably spend at least the first day crying hysterically and hugging buildings and metro signs and random Frenchmen like an idiot. It doesn’t feel like a vacation, it feels like I’m going home. And because I’m a good girlfriend, I’m bringing Boyfriend along with me! Do you know I actually had to convince him to accept a free trip to Paris? Sometimes, that boy…

Sure, it may seem indulgent to go to Paris twice in 10 months (this is actually my new life plan). And I don’t have to validate it other than to say that I work very hard and very long hours in a creatively-unfulfilling job, I manage my spending and have no debt, and I deserve it.  All I want in life is the ability to travel to Paris when I want. Why do I have money in savings just sitting there when Paris exists? (This was a rhetorical question but my mom went ahead an answered it in conversation earlier in the week with, “To pay for a wedding! DUH.”) I’m young, basically responsibility-free (no offense, Fitz!) and I don’t want to look back and regret not going just because I could.

So, yes. Paris! Again! We’ll be staying in Montmartre hopefully. We might go back to the Louvre, we might go to Versailles, but mostly we’re just going to wander and sit in cafes for too long and I’ll fill an entire memory card with pictures. I’m going to scout out all the places I’m writing about in my book and just soak up the city for 5 whole days. I’m also going to eat nothing but macarons and escargot, but not together. C’est dégoûtant.

Paris, amour de ma vie, I’ll see you soon.

Live-blogging the Election

I’m just a staunch liberal with a bottle of wine and the tv tuned to CNN. This should be fun.

6:38pm First glass of wine poured. Peach wine, from a small vineyard in south Jersey. I’m starting light, saving the hard liquor for later.

7:00pm Obama takes Vermont (woo!) and Romney takes Kentucky (SURPRISE). Wolf Blitzer is already yelling at me, I don’t know if I can make it to midnight. Candy Crowley looks pissed to be at the Romney headquarters in Boston. Her hair looks GREAT though.

7:10pm CNN projecting Florida with 55% Obama. I inadvertently sprayed Boyfriend with spittle from yelling.

7:23pm Romney takes Indiana. That state is useless. I’m of the belief that everything between the coasts is irrelevant.

8:00pm Obama takes Connecticut, Delaware, D.C., Illinois, Maryland, Massachusetts, Maine, and Rhode Island. Second glass of wine, complete.

8:11pm Me: “Just checking, are you a moderate or a liberal?” Boyfriend: “I’m a liberal.” Me: “That’s so sexy, say it again.”

8:29pm Boyfriend has politely requested I scale back on the amount of f-bombs I yell at the tv at full volume. Should’ve stopped me after my first glass of wine, dude. It only goes downhill from here.

8:32pm Boyfriend: “You don’t understand math….I’m sorry but it’s true.”

9:00pm Romney takes Kansas, Louisiana, Nebraska (I always forget this state exists), North Dakota, South Dakota, Texas, Wyoming, and Mississippi. A total of 72 electoral votes. Also the average IQ amongst inhabitants of those states. Obama takes Michigan, New York, and New Jersey.

9:18pm I want to love anything as much as John King loves his touch-maps.

9:31pm Television just froze and I had a heart-attack. Florida is giving me horrible anxiety. Also finished my third glass of wine.

10:00pm Well that bottle of wine was delicious. Boyfriend reminds me I have an 8am phone conference, woops. Obama takes Pennsylvania (way to go, Philadelphia! Holding it down 85% democratic) and New Hampshire. Can’t believe that was even a question. Romney takes Utah, Colony of Mormons.

10:28pm Called my mom, she said I should stop drinking. Moms are no fun. She worked the polls today and now she’s hosting a big viewing party with a bunch of friends. My mom is officially cooler than me. Rape Homies Akin and Mourdock both lost, THANK YOU. Guess the female body has a way of “shutting the whole thing down” after all.

10:45pm Wine headache. Please just call this thing so I can go to sleeeeep.

11:00pm Obama takes California, Hawaii (I’d say his “home state” but enough a-holes believe he was totally born in Kenya as a Muslim), and Washington. I’ve switched to water, fyi.

11:11pm Iowa and New Mexico! You’re supposed to make a wish at 11:11, right? I can’t tell you my wish or it won’t come true, but I bet you can guess what it is.

11:14pm Did I go to the bathroom and miss it????


11:25pm It might be the alcohol, but I’m crying uncontrollably out of joy. I am so excited about the next 4 years and SO PROUD of America for getting it right. I made the following earlier in the night but was waiting until he won to post it. Actually, I’ve been waiting my entire life to post this. Anything to make a Mean Girls reference.

12:00am Taking this party from the couch to the bed.

12:08am Not election related but OH MY GOD, I totally just got why that rapper is named FLO RIDA. FLORIDA! Oh my god I am delirious.

12:14am DUDE concede already. Game over, Big Bird would like to go to sleep happy. Gay marriage passed in Maine and Maryland!!

12:58am Wow, Romney’s concession speech was surprisingly human and sincere. If THAT Mitt had showed up during the election maybe he would be giving a different speech right now….lolol nah jk.

1:12am It’s like an all-out dance party at the Obama headquarters. So jealous.

1:17am I am so tired I actually hurt. This is 4 hours past my bedtime. I’ve been up this late like, 7 times in my life.

1:36am Aren’t Sasha and Malia exhausted?? They have school in the morning! Why am I still awake?! Oh right, to watch this historic moment. Aaand I’m crying again.

2:00am Confetti canons!!!!!! God that man can really give a speech, can’t he? And now I’m going to sleep. It’s been an amazing night, America.

Tuesday Tunes

I’ll tell you up front that you are really lucky I stumbled across this song, because I saved you from what I was going to post (this throwback, (un?)surprisingly sexual boy-band song from like, 2002). I went out for happy hour last week and the bar had this Massive Attack song playing. Being as I’m always on the hunt for new, non-embarrassing music, I asked the bartender who the band was. I know it’s the height of un-cool to not know every hip band, but you forget I once lost my shit over George Michael’s eyebrows. And Ace of Base.

And of course, I would be remiss to let today pass without noting its significance. Today is election day. Voting is such an important right, I don’t care who you vote for (okay, that’s a lie, I totally care, don’t be an asshole and vote for the rich white guy who doesn’t care about 47% of this country) as long as you get out and vote. My earliest memories are of standing in the voting booth with my mom and having her stress the importance of using our voice as women. I’ve refrained from getting political on my blog because that’s not what it’s about, but today is a monumentally important day in this country’s history. I am voting for Barack Obama, because I have a uterus and a conscience and because I am phenomenally better off now than I was 4 years ago. I am grateful for what he has accomplished in the last 4 years and excited about what he can do in another 4. And because of the Affordable Care Act, I cannot be denied health insurance because of a weird esophageal disorder I didn’t know I had. Because of Obamacare, a friend of mine undergoing chemotherapy can’t be denied coverage or capped at a lifetime benefit. I am pro-choice, pro-gay rights, and pro-not-being-a-Republican. How could you vote for a party that has tried to define “legitimate rape” and said “rape babies are a gift from God” as a means to legislate morality from a fictional book about a mythical man in the sky and chip away at my reproductive rights? I can’t, not in good faith. I don’t believe in God. I certainly don’t want a President who would force his God into my everyday life, or worse, into my body. That’s what this election has become. The economy matters little to me if old religious men can tell me I have to carry a rape baby to term. And for that, I’m voting for Obama.

Literary Consolation Prizes

The highlight of my very nerdy week is always the Sunday New York Times. I technically got a subscription for Boyfriend for our anniversary, but I get just as much enjoyment out of it as he does. Thankfully we never go for the same sections (I take Real Estate, Sunday Styles, the Book Review, and Arts & Entertainment, and he takes the front section, Business, Metropolitan, and other snooze-y sections), and this weekend while we were eating breakfast, I flipped through the Book Review and found this hilarious and charming cartoon at the back. Given that I’d spent most of the weekend holed up writing (or, err, trying to, anyway) I found it especially fitting.

Grant Snider for the New York Times

I really got a giggle out of the Unnecessary Punctuation Ribbon. So I did what any dork would do: I clipped it out of the paper and framed it (I happened to have one of these frames laying around, obviously. My house is like an IKEA auxiliary warehouse). It’s hanging on the wall in my bedroom as inspiration.

My friend Iain is a published author and I was picking his brain at a party we went to a few weekends ago for any advice he had for someone starting out. “Check your ego at the door,” he said. He also gave me a terrifying (but realistic) timeline of how this is actually going to play out: “This is a five or six year process.” Oh. I explained to him that I was really having a problem with the act of actually writing and he said that the book is truly written in the rewrites, so the best thing I can do is just bang out a first draft to work with. I’m trying. It’s coming in spurts and single sentences that strike me when I’m in the shower or about to fall asleep, but it’s nonetheless coming. I think there needs to be a Patience Award in that cartoon.

And for a bit of levity, I’ll leave you with this amazing tweet my friend Tom sent a few months ago. Really puts things in perspective, doesn’t it?

How was your weekend?


Quick Bedroom Makeover

It all started when Santa posted this review of visiting One Museum Mile and I saw this bedroom.

I mean, come on, right? I instantly swooned over it, loving the color combination of dark gray and slate blue and light gray and all that sexy gray artwork above the bed.  And since my desk is in my bedroom, I shot a look over to our bed and felt it looked sort of sad and uninspired. Our pillows are squished, flat messes, our duvet cover is missing a button at the bottom and has a Fitz bite hole somewhere in the middle (a small one, but still). Our mattress pad stopped fitting on the bed after one too many washes and so now our sheets are just on the bare mattress (THIS KILLS ME). I shouldn’t complain, because before I moved in Boyfriend was totally content sleeping on a fitted sheet and an un-covered duvet blanket. With one pillow. I can’t even.

So I got to thinking (about ways to spend money, obviously) and decided we needed new bedding. I had partially given up the search after my dreams were dashed over the Dwell Studio striped duvet but then seeing Santa’s picture re-inspired me. She was kind enough to send me the full-size picture to use in this post even as she’s stuck without power from Hurricane Sandy (thank you again, doll!). I didn’t follow the dark gray/light gray/blue recipe exactly to the letter, but I’m still wildly excited about our soon-to-be new bedding.

1. Duvet cover / 2. Pillows & Pillowcases / 3. Sheets / 4. Table / 5. Lamp / 6. Art

I still get my striped duvet, only this one is almost a 1/10th the cost of the Dwell version. I ordered a new set of pillows (big! squishy!) and slate blue sheets. Full disclosure: technically my mom ordered the pillows and pillowcases because she has a Target card and it saved us $33 in shipping and an additional 5% off everything. She’s calling it an early Christmas present but I’m hoping in her old age she forgets by the time Christmas rolls around (hi moo!). I am absolutely loving the lines on the West Elm coffee table and praying they make a smaller version so I can use them as night tables. And how gorgeous is that gray watercolor print? I obviously have a thing for watercolors.

Full before and after pictures of le boudoir to come after everything is set up. Though I might just skip right to the “after” because really, the “before” is just blah.

What are you guys up to this weekend? Our Australian house-guest got stranded here because of the hurricane but was able to fly out yesterday, so we’re looking forward to relaxing this weekend without having to entertain or anything. Have a good one, kiddos!