je reviens...encore

I've been away in New York City and am home again, home again. Since being home I've made beautiful red velvet cupcakes and fallen ill. Today I'll be taking it easy and catching up on the last season of Mad Men (I love that so many of the bloggers I follow are equally enamored with this aesthetically scrumptious program). I think I'll just post some of my favorite photos of the trip. I edited them a little to make them even prettier.

Je reviens

I have returned from Paris. I spent one lovely week there with one of my favorite people in the whole world and his grandmere. Mon ami and I had a very nice time reconnecting, and came up with a lot of inside jokes. I forget what it's like to have inside joke-friends. I guess I don't have very many at the moment, or at least not many I see regularly. Not that non-inside joke-friends are disposable and worthless, au contraire: all friends are good friends. That's why we call them "friends." I will cease this meaningless dribble...maintenant.

I did some naughty things in terms of spending which I shall reveal a little later. I'm a little ashamed of myself, to be honest...but I NEEDED to buy some nice things in Paris. If I came home with a Paris t-shirt and a pen and no more, I would have felt so sad. You see, when I visited France at fifteen, I had no idea about my own personal style. I thought I did, but you see, I thought terribly wrong. This was my opportunity to shop in Paris, and do it RIGHT.

My last day was highly entertaining. Drew and Grandma Patti went off to London and I was left alone at Drew's lovely friend, Claire's apartment (she was off to London for the weekend as well). I absolutely could Not just sit around all day, so I left, with FAR greater courage than I should have had. 'I am a city-dweller! I can handle this!' I thought innocently. I walked outside and saw the Eiffel Tower so I was on my merry way. Clearly, I got lost and a lot of highly comical things happened to me. Maybe I am conceited sometimes, but I really do believe that my life is sometimes comedy gold. Or maybe I'm just not used to such a wide variety of Parisian/foreign men and their ways.

I feel like I have many more posts in me than have actually been posted of late but at the moment, am too lazy to craft anything together. Here are some photos. FIN.

On the telly...

The Races, last year.


I miss Australia. One knows true love when time and distance only Increase the pain and the loss. Pardon me. I do tend to be a tad melodramatic de temps en temps.

Anyway British TV sort of makes me feel like I'm there. One of the many things I loved about Australia was television. They had shows from Australia, the UK, New Zealand and the US on their four primary channels. Here, we just have US shows. Blech. Most of them I don't like anyway. "To the Manor Born" was on and it was nice to have dinner and watch it. It's funny because I believe this show was on in the 1970s and there are no American shows from that time period that I would Ever want to watch. I don't think "Three's Company" ever had lines like "I often drink instant coffee from a mug." "Yes, you do, Margery."

Oh silence, oh dear, calm, empty apartment, stay still with me a little longer. I truly believe the reason I've had difficulty getting to sleep at a decent hour of late is due to my need for privacy. My ideal living solution would be to live alone but be out and about and social every day.

Mmm a man in a kilt. Why did you decide I should be born here, God? Hmmm maybe if I'd been born in Europe or Australia, I'd be obsessed with North America. Anything is possible.