Paris Day 5 – The Virgin

Where should I start? With a failed attempted run this morning that lead to me puking and falling back to sleep for two hours? I’m unsure if I ate an awful apricot or I accidentally OD’d myself with a drugstore of meds I took last night. Either way, I felt terrible. Bug kissed me good-bye around 9:30, set the alarm for me, and disappeared back to the US.

I had to get up. I had plans with Veronica at noon, and despite feeling terrible,  pulled myself together enough to stumble down the block for a light snack. Seeing V always cheers me up, and by the time I had to leave, I already felt better physically and mentally.

But…I stayed too long and had to hustle to the airport. I conveniently forgot how long it takes to walk through Chatalet and that I needed to buy RER tickets. So…I was a tiny bit late picking ERIN up from the airport (I hate being late for anything, and was pissed at the train for making so many stops – lol).

Erin is a Paris virgin, and I am thrilled I get to show it off to her. After settling in, the first thing we did was hit Repetto for new shoes. She got the cutest black ballet flats with SPARKLES. If we wore the same size, I’d totally steal them.

Next we had schwarma for lunch, hit BHV so I could pick up a few things, strolled down toward the Seine, hit Dawali so Erin could get a new summer weight scarf, and made our way back to my apartment.

This is what greeted me:

Wig On Table, by Erin

We’ve declared the wig the official mascot of Erin’s trip. Like a garden gnome, it will turn up in all kinds of places.

Tomorrow, we’re off to the d’Orsay museum (I can’t wait – it’s my favorite museum) and have writing time planned for the major storm that’s supposed to hit in the afternoon.

 

 

 

Paris Day 3 – The Babysitters

The day started off slowly with me not rolling out of bed until well after noon. Sometime around one, Bug and I made our way into the heart of the Marais and to Vito’s, our favorite Sunday Brunch spot. After brunch, we did some *gasp* shopping. On Sundays, large sections of the Marais are closed to traffic which makes it crowded with pedestrians – something I love.

We wandered down to the Seine and checked out the area that was under construction last year. It came out lovely. Lots of seating and greenery. It’s the perfect spot to sit on a warm day along the river.

After a little stroll, we headed back to our apartment and stopped off at Repetto for the second time in two days. Bug surprised me with a beautiful pair of ballet pink, kitten heels. Which of course meant I had to go to Dawali and buy scarves to match the shoes (see how this works?).

Aren’t they pretty?

After shopping it was time to babysit. A family from the Fox’s lacrosse team happens to be in Paris right now, and I offered to babysit their two boys so they could have an adult night. What better day than Father’s Day? I think being around the boys cheered Bug up since he was particularly missing our boys yesterday. We hit all of our boys favorite places: the playground (mean French pre-teens made us call that one early), Café Tresor, and of course Café des Arts for Crepes. We then walked around, saw a man juggling with goldfish on his head, and took the metro back to our place. The boys watched a few minutes of a movie while waiting for their parents.

After they left, Bug and I pretty much crashed. He leaves tomorrow, but I won’t be lonely for long! The fabulous Erin shows up tomorrow afternoon.

And I have things planned for her…

Outfit Post: Olive and Orange

Lately, I feel like my life is in holding pattern: waiting to pack, waiting to move, waiting to get on with things. Which means, I’m bored. Insanely bored. And a bored Dawn is not a good thing.

Usually, I channel my boredom into writing or knitting, but that would require me to be home. And being home reminds me of not-so-great things. So instead, I’ve been working on decorating my new house. Which would be fine except I have no room measurements, questionable pictures, and a spotty memory of what it all looked like. Still, Bug and I have been dragging our kids around to furniture and design stores, and doing our best to help the economy. Normally, I’d wait until we were in Virginia to do all this, but most of the furniture has an eight-to-ten week turn around and I don’t want to live in a furniture-less home for two months. Plus, most of the stores had sales over the weekend and I like a good bargain.

What does that have to do with my outfit? Well, I’ve been obsessing about colors. I love pattern and texture and pops of color, and keeping that in mind, I decided to pair orange (one of my favorite colors) with olive (a nice, solid neutral). I also love these tights – they’re fun and give a bit of textural interest to the outfit.

Street style…maybe…

The Outfit:

Dress: Orange sweatshirt dress by O (random Dutch designer)

Jacket: Really old Ann Taylor loft jacket. This is one of the few pieces I didn’t give away even though it’s six sizes too big. I’m praying it can be taken in that much.

Tights: Wolford Mikado tights in myrtle

Boots: Repetto Rampage in suede khaki (which is really olive green)

Bag: Older Orla Kiely

Necklace: Covet San Francisco (I wore this last week doubled)

Sunglass: Prada (The Colonel refers to this as my “Bee” sunglasses.)

Cuff: Dawali multi strand cuff in burnt gold.

The Schedule:

5:30am – Wake up with full-on panic attack. After much back and forth with Bug, I agree to take my meds and, thankfully, fall back to sleep.

10:30am – Wake up again. Bug took my early morning dentist appointment, so I could sleep, and had already feed the kids and started them on school.

11am – Watch the boys’ performance of Gangnam style and shower.

12pm – Bug made lunch for all of us.

1pm – Head downtown to make a few returns. Ended up shopping O.o

6pm – Head home and make dinner (homemade pot pies. I’m trying to use up all our food before the movers come).

8pm – Boys to bed

9-12am – Hang out with Bug and do a little work.

And if you haven’t already been exposed to the amazingness of Gangnam Style, here you go. You’re welcome.