My best friend’s birthday was Christmas day. Eight of us planned a trip to Maui to celebrate. I don’t necessarily care for tropical vacations (give me a snowy hill and a snowboard, please), but I… More
I just finished wrapping my goddaughter’s and sister’s Christmas gifts, one of which is a pair of cashmere overalls. I know it’s kinda silly to buy cashmere for babies, but I couldn’t help it. They’re so cute!
How could I deny them something so soft and beautiful?
I ordered a dresser a couple of weeks ago, and it was finally delivered. I was so excited until I realized that the box was missing the screws to put the legs on. It was annoying, but like “first-world problems” annoying, so I didn’t spiral (but I wanted to!). I called the company I bought it from and they told me that they’d give me a partial refund if I’d figure it out myself. I’m obviously paraphrasing here. But, of course, I jumped on that, because I’m cheap and also resourceful. So yesterday, I did indeed figure it out myself, and now I have a gorgeous dresser at a discounted price!
This is it, by the way.
I mean…how gorgeous?!!! I love this thing. Merry Christmas to me. Since we’re on the topic of clothes and furniture, check out my new blog http://www.etrenoir.com . I’m going to be talking about all of my decorating over there.
I’ve gotta run to the farmer’s market. I need a bunch of different spices to make my Christmas dinner contributions. Usually, I have one of my friends (he’s an amazing cook) make a big tin of macaroni & cheese for me, and then I just tell everyone that I made it. I have very little shame about this kind of thing. But I decided to make the macaroni myself this year. Because I’ve been taking cooking classes for a while, I’m feeling a lot more confident in the kitchen. We’ll see!
The grocery store is gonna be a zoo, so I’d better get it over with!
I had to come to work at 5 this morning. Not wake up at 5am. Be sitting at my desk at 5am. I almost cried when my alarm went off. But here I am, at my desk on time. Because I’m an adult. And I need money to pay my bills. If anyone knows a way around our current monetary system, lemme know.
Christmas is almost here! I feel like it has already come and gone, because I felt like it was Christmas on my trip to Paris. So now I have to get back into a festive mood somehow. I could put up my Christmas tree, but…for one week? It hardly seems worth it. Maybe I’ll buy a wreath. I don’t know. I think I got my Christmas high too early, and now I’ve crashed and burned. Also, it’s 61 degrees today in December, and that’s really killing my Christmas mood.
My job provided The Slutty Vegan for everyone today. It was delicious. I didn’t expect it to be so good, but I was wrong. Check it out even if you’re not a vegan!
I’m still waiting for my parents to stop playing around and just give me my trust fund already. But until then, I’ve gotta get back to earning a living.
Today is our last full day in Paris. The time has gone by too fast.
But, guys… Saturday? Madness. The majority of the Paris rioters usually convene around the Champs-Élysées, which is in the eighth arrondissement. Our hotel is also in the eighth arrondissement. I had no idea the extent of these riots. I mean, look at this:
I was marginally worried that they would decide to come into the hotel and start rioting, but the staff told us not to worry about that, that they wouldn’t. And the staff didn’t seem to be too worried about it, so I tried to put it out of my mind and just enjoy the hotel.
I also had a facial, which was lovely and my skin looked great afterward, but–I was also bankrupt afterward. Ah, well. It kept my mind off being possibly dragged from the hotel by rioters and beaten to death in the streets!
On Sunday everything was calm again. The streets were clean and people were out strolling to bakeries and such. Kinda like nothing had ever happened, which was a complete mindfuck. But midday, I decided to go out and re-join the city, too.
Yesterday, we went to the Christmas market in Tuileries Garden and the catacombs. I also found a New Year’s Eve dress, and I can’t wait to tell everyone on New Year’s Eve that my dress is from Paris. I mean… It’s from Zara, but Zara in Paris. Gonna be pretty insufferable, I must warn you.
Today I went out in search of a home decor item that I could bring back and look at every day (and also tell all my visitors that it’s Parisian), and I found it. I’ll show it to you later after I’ve had a chance to take some really good pictures of it!
Alright–I’ve only got about 18 hours left to enjoy the best city in the world.
À bientôt !
Guys, I’m so tired.
I’m out here going to bed at four in the morning, dancing on balconies, waking up at six-thirty to try to take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Basically living my life like a thirteen-year-old on summer break forgetting that, of all my friends, I was the one who needed the most sleep when I was thirteen. I’ve got about two full days in me without sleep before a meltdown is imminent. But, like…having a meltdown in Paris? A French meltdown?! I can’t even be mad at that.
I’ve got things to do and see, so I can’t have a meltdown. That’s why I took a nap a few hours ago that I’m just waking up from, and I feel brand new. But maybe I’ll go to bed by midnight tonight, just in case.
Today we went to take a look at the Ritz Carlton because we were curious if we’d chosen the prettiest hotel in Paris. The Ritz was opulent and glamorous and luxurious. But I still think the Four Seasons is prettier–more modern decor, which I like. We may go to the Mandarin Oriental tomorrow to see what their hotel looks like during Christmas. I’m dying to know. But across the board, I can say the French know how to do Christmas. I’m in awe of every single Christmas setup I see here. I couldn’t even begin to think up, let alone create, some of this stuff. It’s stunning.
I also went to a few pharmacies today. A pharmacy in France is where they sell a bunch of skin care products. I mean–french moisturizers? I felt like I had won the lottery, kids. While I was in the second pharmacie I visited, another customer asked me what products I use and what my French skin care regimen was.
Let me repeat that.
Another customer asked me what products I use and what my French skin care regimen was.
A tourist thought I was French. A tourist thought that my skin looks like it’s on a French skin care regimen.
OOOMMMMMGGGGG. Day made. Call Macron and ask him to sign my citizenship papers. I’ve met the necessary criteria.
Later, I was reunited with my loyal and steadfast friend:
Yesterday I went to Hermès just to bear witness to some extravagant French luxury. Saw a handbag for thirty thousand dollars and was, like…
Alright, I’m on my way to eat dinner. It’s 9:30pm. I’m sooooo fucking French.
We made it to Paris tonight! I was tired and dirty when we landed, which would have sent me running to my hotel immediately for a shower and a nap under normal circumstances, but… I’M IN PARIS! THERE WILL BE NO SLEEP! But, don’t worry–there will be showers.
It’s a little rainy and cloudy right now, but I’m going out to sing in the streets, take pictures, and somehow pretend to be Parisian while I’m doing those things. Gonna fool all the natives. That’s my goal. We’ll see how long I can go before I’m found out. I’ve got a big day planned tomorrow, so I hope it stops raining. But, if not, I’ll just get wet! Alright, kids, Paris beckons.
Maybe if I have the energy tomorrow night, I’ll come back here with some pictures.
Isn’t it crazy just how many things can change in five years? Like somewhere in the course of just living, we form long term bonds that weren’t there before, we say goodbyes that were never anticipated, relationships change and strengthen or they change and fall apart, we have big career failures and overwhelming career triumphs. There are personal coups and collapses. We learn wonderful and scary things about ourselves and about our friends and about the world. We have little moments of humanity, of meanness, of pettiness, of valor. We fall in love. We learn what love is and what it isn’t. We become better friends. Better citizens. How can one predict all of that?
I did all of the above in the last five years. I lost my grandma, which was crushing. But what a wonderful stroke of luck to have been her granddaughter and to have had her as long as I did. I lost a friend to cancer and was racked with grief. But how lucky I am to have memories of her that make me swell with laughter.
I’ve had new successes and made lovely new friends in the last five years, but I’m very thankful for the things that have stayed the same, too. My best friends. My family. My ride or dies. They helped me rip out my first gray hair and then helped me laugh about it when it grew back. They talked me through grief and heartache and wanted the best for me. They’ve celebrated my accomplishments. They’ve been reliable, they’ve been truthful, they’ve been loyal.
I am very lucky.
I’ve got a birthday coming up, kids. I have a markedly different life than I did five birthdays ago; some of it sad but the overwhelming majority of it so good that I couldn’t have dreamed it up five years ago had you asked me to.
Cheers to another five.
I made it through Black Friday having only bought one thing. A blanket. It may seem silly, but I needed one. I like to keep the temperature in my place pretty cool. Like a meat locker. Or an igloo. I hate being hot. This works fine when I’m cleaning, cooking, etc., but if I’m sitting still I freeze my ass off. Like shivering, teeth chattering, the whole nine yards. I know–I know it’s ridiculous to shiver in my own house. Like…turn up the heat, you idiot! Right? But what if I start folding clothes or…dusting? Then I’ll be hot again! I don’t know. I consider myself to be an intelligent person, but this is pretty dumb. And yet… ‘Round and ’round I go.
During the summer when I’m watching TV or taking a nap, I use a blanket my grandma gave me. It’s my favorite. But it’s not long (or heavy) enough when it’s cold. Either my shoulders are out or my feet are out. I can’t get warm enough to drift off to sleep. I also can’t get in my bed underneath the covers, because making the bed is an entire production that I can only be bothered to do once a day. Also, napping in my bed turns a short nap into a three-hour nap and there goes my whole day.
So I needed a blanket, and not just any blanket because I love naps. I went to Williams Sonoma and found the softest, prettiest, heaviest faux fur blanket in the world. And it was half off. Victory. I also consider it a victory that I didn’t buy anything else this past weekend, because I really wanted to. But I’m trying to stop buying things I don’t really need. Trying to save this planet for my kid(s), ya know? Don’t want them growing up in Hunger Games just because I couldn’t stop buying crap that ends up in the landfills and oceans.
And that seems like a good place to end this blog and get off the internet, because it’s currently Cyber Monday, and it’s taking untold amounts of willpower to not hit up Glossier for more body wash and Boy Brow.