I just watched my first ever episode of Queer Eye, and I bawled my eyes out the whole time. I’m sort of ashamed of this–but not enough to keep it to myself. The guy they were transforming was just so down on himself. Think of the times you wake up and look in the mirror and think, ugh I look like shit today. Now imagine feeling like that every. single. day. That has to be devastating! But when the guys were done with him he felt so much better about himself and started making plans to re-enter a life he had checked out of… I mean, I challenge you to watch that episode and not cry maniacally too!
When I came home this evening, I spent two hours reading a French book. I know that sounds like I got a good ways into the book, but…nah, man. It was slow-going. It was funny, though, so it kept me interested. I read and read until my brain just couldn’t take anymore. And then I turned on the TV, which is when I decided to watch Queer Eye on Netflix. Now my brain and emotions are exhausted.
Then, guys…then, I started scrolling through Instagram and somehow ended up at an article about layering fragrances. And I read it excitedly. Recently I’ve become consumed with learning how to layer fragrances because I don’t want anyone to be able to wear my exact perfume. I just– I’ll share my french fries with you, but let me have something to myself, okay?!
I’m obsessed with neroli, kids. Obsessed. It started with Glossier’s Body Hero body wash. My friend accidentally signed up for the monthly delivery, so she gave me one of the extra bottles she had lying around and ohmygod. I’m addicted to it. I just looked up neroli so I could tell you guys which flower it comes from, and apparently it’s from the flowers of oranges. You learn something new every day! I can’t even describe the way it smells. Just fresh and feminine and floral. I drown myself in it daily. The scent doesn’t last that long after your shower, though, so I had to find something to add to it. Enter Tom Ford’s Neroli Portofino. It’s sooo delicious. I love it so much that I’m finding it difficult to find the perfect scent to mix with it to make my own secret signature scent. Something heavier? Fruitier? I don’t know! I’m frozen in fear of making a mistake, which is absurd because it’s only perfume. But I want to get it right!
You know how your mom or dad or someone else you’ve known forever has worn a perfume for like the last forty years and when you smell that scent anywhere, you instantly think of him or her?! I kind of want to be like that–but not totally. Because who wants to only wear one perfume for the rest of her life?! But..maybe I do? Making decisions is so hard, guys.
Go watch Queer Eye and tell me if you cry!
The Bae is in L.A. working for a few weeks. That means that I am in L.A.–not working. Not technically, anyway. But I am working at trying to discover the L.A. French scene. I don’t know what that looks like exactly apart from French restaurants, but…I’m working that out. On Monday I’m gonna go to the French Alliance in Los Angeles and see what they can tell me.
Until then, I’m going to the usual haunts. Yesterday, I strode down Rodeo Drive to the beat of Pretty Woman playing in my head. I didn’t buy anything–I didn’t even go into any of the stores. But it was still fun for me! The weather is lovely and I’m getting the chance to figure out my L.A. fashion vibe. I’m thinking Nicole Richie but a little less bohemian. I already packed a stupid amount of kimonos, so I think I’m on the right track.
I also went to the Glossier store yesterday. It was beautiful! I wanted to leave with everything, but I was good and only bought another bottle of the body wash because I was low.
I planned on going more places yesterday, but driving alone in a new (and crowded!) city turned out to be more stressful than I had anticipated. Every time I parked the car safely at my destination I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
This weekend I have lots planned, though. We are definitely going to the Griffith Observatory, but at night so I can see some stars in the sky! And I have a couple of French restaurants I wanna try. Right now we’re leaving to hike Bronson Canyon. I’m not complaining because it isn’t too hot and I should be able to get some nice photos out of it!
À la prochaine !
I feel like I’m flailing in my French fluency goal. I am studying every day (almost), but I don’t know if I’m getting anywhere. It’s difficult to know without tests of some sort. And there is also no plan. I guess I follow my study book chapter by chapter, so there’s that. But how do I test my improvement? How do I know if I’m really advancing? I still can’t understand most of my favorite French movie (Priceless). I understand some of the French YouTube fashion videos that I watch, but not enough to celebrate or anything. I’ve started increasing my listening time, and after about forty-five minutes my brain fights me every step of the way. After an hour, my brain is like
and I can’t cajole it back into submission. Maybe if I split up my listening sessions–one hour in the morning, one in the evening? I don’t know–it’s pretty annoying. IT’S MY BRAIN! It should listen to me! Understand this fucking language, brain!
I gave up sugar four days ago, so I’m taking everything a little harder than usual.
I bought a French decor magazine a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t know like seventy percent of the words in it. How is that even possible?! That’s probably my fault for limiting my French listening to Barbie and Caillou. Not the most sophisticated vocabulary, right? But…everything else is so hard to understand!
Today I hung out with my friend, Julie, who is French, and that helps a lot because I can understand her and when I can’t she explains things so that I can. It’s just bizarre to me that I can understand a lot of what she says, but everyone else is so difficult to decipher. Why won’t my brain stop betraying me? I’ve always been so good to it.
I should really switch the narrative and frame all of this in a more positive light, huh? I understand some French YouTube videos. I can talk with Julie in French. I can listen to forty-five minutes of French. I know thirty percent of the words in my French decor magazine. I can understand a lot of Caillou and Barbie en français. These are all things I couldn’t do a few years ago. Perhaps my brain is not betraying me. I mean–it is being stubborn…but then look who it belongs to.
Okay, yeah. I should learn to be more positive. That’s just really tough to do on your fourth day without sugar!
À bientôt !