Louis and I’s apartment was featured on Rue Rodier recently. Although we plan to move in the near future, I am so in love with these pictures!
I kind of wish all of these phrases were used regularly.
6 characteristics of truly creative people.
After seeing photos from Carin’s recent trip to Rome, I have decided I’ve got to make it there at some point within the next year.
One of my new favorite places in Paris, up in the 19th. Brunch highly suggested when the sun is out.
I’m already dreaming of Colorado for Christmas… Here’s a look at a perfect Colorado summer.
Discovered Brasserie de la Senne not too long ago. I’m itched to get myself to Brussels in the near future.
Did you see Anne’s epic Skillshare classes? On the menu: Map Making, revamping professional dox/CV & getting to know InDesign.
De quelle planète es-tu on Tumblr for the same spice but in grid form.
Know of anyone heading to Paris? I’m always keeping my Paris Guide up to date with my favorite spots in the city.
Lately I’ve been wishing there was a good place for donuts in Paris. Le sigh.
This little getaway on Haleigh’s blog in the Loire has got me craving a weekend away
I am all for Les Merveilleux de Fred! Lindsey’s top five pastry spots in Paris on WSJ.
Craving some of these…
Ashlae is making me really miss the Rockies and want to get in the kitchen to make these cookies.
Some fun facts about beer.
These past two months have been pretty intense with my new rhythm… new job, new habits, the new season rolling in (spring was halfway here and winter never fully came in my opinion. Where was the snow?) Needless to say, I’m ready for summer and some good ol’ vitamin D.
With all of the energy being put towards the new job, I know I’ve been a bit missing in action and perhaps my posts haven’t been as full of heart as they have been before or should…the weekends away give me a chance to have some deep sleeps uninterrupted by bizarre noises coming from my building’s courtyard, and to get away from the stress that everyday life in Paris brings: tourists blocking all of the bike paths on my route to work, intensely long lines at the supermarket when you’ve only got 2 things in your basket, with caissières who don’t have a care in the world, bourgeois pricks that take eternity to enter their damn pincode in the card reader, lines out the door for the boulangerie. With all of these everyday things that make me bite my lip just a little bit, a weekend just outside the city does my soul some good.
My father-in-laws garden is being prepared for the season, camellias and other various flowers are in full bloom. Even with some rain showers, or in the dead of winter, this place has a magic touch.
I do love city life and wouldn’t change it for anything, but only if it involves a few breaks out in the countryside. Even the shortest of breaks away from the hustle bustle allow us to recharge.
Now that the second Mother’s Day has hit, la Fête des Mères, I realized I should write a little note on the subject. I’m somewhat obsessed with my mom. I’ve got pictures of my mom all over my walls: pictures of her on her wedding day with cake all over her face, pictures of her as a high school cheerleader in the 60s, portraits of her in her atelier, notably one where she is gazing into the camera and holding up her paintbrush circa 1980, pictures of her hippy self with the Rocky Mountains as the backdrop… I just love them. Photographs now may not be what they used to be, and are certainly less charming, which makes me realize that I have got some keepers. I wonder about what our old photos will look like in the future. I feel like with the digitalization of everything nothing will ever be able to naturally grow old. We can always just reprint a photo if the sun fades it. Frustrations.
I’m not sure I can accurately express how grateful I am to have been raised to be so open minded and passionate by such an open minded and passionate woman herself. She also always told me to be patient, which she knows she isn’t either, but it’s the reassuring part of motherly goodness. As a kid, and even now, with something as simple as a look in the eye with a certain intensity, I could understand a full message, which was usually involved with me being in trouble or being a brat, sigh. She would braid my hair so tight the night before I’d go skiing and she’d pull so unintentionally hard that my scalp would ache – apparently her mother did the same to her. She made us delicious breakfasts and dinners that when I try to remake them now are never as delicious solely for the reason that they weren’t made by her. She has a joie de vivre that I admire with all of my being.
I just hope someday when I’m a mama, I am as half as snazzy as the one pictured above.
Happy Mother’s day, to all of those mothers out there.
Happy Mother’s Day, do all of you mother’s out there. My mom will be visiting in June, and to say the least, I am SO excited. Seeing her once a year is clearly not enough as I just want to hang out with her all the time. There will be many evenings with wine and cheese, strolls along the Seine, late night chit-chats and all of that cliché stuff. I am so grateful to have been raised by a woman so kind and with such a big heart, who taught us to be open minded, passionate, patient and ambitious.
On a sidenote, I am obsessed with Rita Ora’s video.
Katie is having a giveaway for a mother-daughter shoot in Paris on her blog!
I wouldn’t mind going on this exact date tonight.
The Cut featured Elena, the lady behind The Illusionists.
10 reasons to add chia seeds to your diet.
One year ago I was rambling about this place.
Anne’s awesome story about her trip to Monaco for Fathom, and how it got all over Kate Spade.
I really want this growler carrier.
Drooling so much over this.
My new adventure has begun.
Discovered a wonderful new lunch spot with Lali this week.
Totally dying to go here for a date night.
Would love to make this.
This time last year.
This place looks pretty magical.
Carin captured the arrival of Spring in her post on the Promenade Plantée.
The perfect party idea.
The beer scene in Paris is picking up, I’m anxious to get a post up of my favorite spots for a pint. This year will also be the first Paris Beer Week!
New favorite lunch spot.
Have you tried Café Marlette? Faye’s post on our breakfast rendez-vous at Marlette has me dreaming of another sunny morning and breakfast out.
Some inspiration for a natural glow.
Don’t forget to take a spin by my Paris City Guide if you’re visiting the city.