Keeping Busy

My dad had a stroke. I don’t know how that’s going to turn out and, as you can imagine, it’s rough. So I’ve been keeping myself as busy as humanly possible because when I’m not all the worst case scenarios swirl around in my head, and they’re just too much.

I ironed every sheet set in my linen closet. And I know it started as a distraction, but I really like the way crisp, ironed sheets look on a bed. Very picturesque–so of course I staged a photoshoot. But the lighting wasn’t the greatest and my angles were off, so I gave up and just took some photos of stuff around my house for Instagram. I love taking pictures and staging scenes. It really makes me forget about everything else going on around me.

Then I went to Target, and you’ll never guess–they now sell the robot mop I was looking for a couple of weeks ago! I bought it because…desperate times, desperate measures and all that. It’s pretty small, and I have no idea how long it’s going to take to clean my kitchen but I guess I’ll know that once I get it up and running. It’s still sitting in the box, because I’m just not in the mood right now. But I bet that trying to figure that thing out would take up a lot of brain energy, and that’s kinda what I’m looking for, isn’t it?! Okay…maybe I’ll set it up tonight and let you know how it works next time.

After I came back from Target, I went to Sephora’s website and ordered some stuff to take advantage of the VIB sale. They only have it twice a year, and I use it to buy all the stuff I love but deem too ridiculously priced to buy at regular cost. I’ve been so good this year with not spending all my money in Sephora. And it hasn’t been easy! But I’ve just forced myself to finish something before I buy/try something else and that has worked for the most part. I did become obsessed with cream blushes, so I have a lot of those. But I use a lot of those. One day a coworker told me that I looked sun-kissed and just off of vacation and that was only because of the blush I was wearing. It’s magical, kids. And now I’m obsessed. Follow me on my new skincare/beauty Instagram page (in the sidebar!) if you want to see what I’m buying/trying not to buy from Sephora!

Okay, that’s it. I’ve gotta go figure out some other stuff to keep me busy. Perhaps I’ll start reading another book. Or organize my car services/repairs binder that I’ve been meaning to do forever.

Bisous.

C’est Moi

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.

Maybe.

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.

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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:

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Yesterday I went to Hermès just to bear witness to some extravagant French luxury.  Saw a handbag for thirty thousand dollars and was, like…

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Alright, I’m on my way to eat dinner. It’s 9:30pm. I’m sooooo fucking French.

Bisous !