French women don’t get fat?
Being in France has made me realize that I hold some incredibly naïve assumptions about French women and weight that can probably be traced to too much exposure to Vogue Paris, Garance Doré, the GOOP newsletter, and the career of Juliette Binoche. In my mind, French women eat Camembert and Nutella and still look cute in leather leggings
I dig this. http://jezebel.com/5376114/french-women-do-get-fat-food-fitness–fad-diets
Swiftly
Lovingly
Ecstaticly
Emphatically
Slowly
With fervor
Swoon
Addition: Peruse
Today is Monday and that is always a bit disheartening. However, there is nothing to complain about today.
I had a really fun weekend with my friends. Thursday, Wiggles got on doggy-prozac and I think this has helped him tremendously with his attitude. I was quite productive in the early afternoon, cleaned my car, went to the grocery store, cleaned my room (it is already back to a mess, but oh well). Then I went over to Lydia’s house and we split a bottle of wine.
Friday, I met my mom at lunch at our favorite thrift shop, The Samaritan Shop, I donated about 4 trash bags full of clothing and of course purchased a few things. I am continually impressed with the quality of shopping at thrift shops. BTW – shoulder pads are back. That night, we met at Bordino’s and continued to 21st Amendment, went home early to ensure early wake-up for the Razorback game.
Serious Face
Saturday started early with cheese grits at Lydia’s house. We walked all over town to get to the stadium but the weather couldn’t have been more perfect and we won the game! It was the longest day but there was fun had by all at Lydia’s house later in the evening. The night ended with karaoke, obv.
Sunday included lots of napping, Monte Ne Inn and Galactic.
This week: hot yoga continues, Robert’s bday/Pretty Lights on Thursday
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=120132605
http://octobersveryown.blogspot.com
The internet never ceases to amaze me. Happy Friday.
Bertie and I just got back from NOLA, a quick visit with my bestie Sara and waaaay too much food. It was still summer there, so that meant I could not wear my over-the-knee boots and had to resort to the one sundress I packed. It was glorious and I think R fell in love with my city.
Yesterday, I was telling my mother about a presentation I gave and she asked me if I did my powerpoint by myself. After I explained that I had, she went on to inquire where I learned to do a powerpoint? I later learned she did not know how to create one and considered them to have some sort of mystique. I wonder if she knows I can do excel and access too, oh my?!
This week, my beau and I have turned over a proverbial “new leaf”. My friend from work’s husband was giving free bikram yoga classes to garner interest in his new yogi venture. I’d gone to my fair share in college and knew that while hot yoga is difficult, the results are inexplicably incredible. After 90 minutes of sweating it out in 104 degree temps, you leave slightly nauseas, soaking wet, starving and better than ever! I brought Robert along on Monday night and seemed to have forgotten how freaking HOT it was! I was, however, impressed with my black-belt-boyfriend’s flexibility ;). We went back last night for more and I must say that it was much easier and enjoyable and I think I’m already hooked again!
On another note, I recently listened to this Adele cover of “To make you feel my love”. Hold your loved ones close to your heart… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jpzBEiARaE
This has got to be my favorite jewelry site to date. http://www.charmandchain.com/
The prices range from under $100 to several thousand, there are various styles, designers, anything you could POSSIBLY desire…
Almost every girl I know is at least mildly interested in jewelry. While everyone has different tastes, there is nary a woman that will not smile at the sight of their favorite sparkling object!
It’s been a while since I’ve written. Things are much the same. I have resigned (resigned is the wrong word) to life in Fayetteville. It’s been more of an attitude change than anything else. I realized it is a great place to live, I have friends and family here. And, I don’t want to waste my life wondering what will become of it. So… that’s where I am, same job, same house, same car, different attitude. Sortof.
My attitude-adjustment has a lot to do with one of my friends moving back to the area and the possibility for more. We have a delightful business idea that will probably never come to fruition. We want to buy and renovate an old theater and show indie movies and serve adult beverages.
There was a tornado warning the other night. I was so scared I made Robert pile into the bathtub with me, Opal and Wiggles. We sat in there for 20 minutes, listening to the radio, flashlight in hand before I became convinced that it had passed.
I am currently looking forward to taking my beloved boyfriend to my beloved New Orleans. I absolutely cannot wait. I have about 20 restaurants to pack into 9 meals. I think Robert will love it as much as I do. We’re staying with my bestie, Sara in her lovely adult flat. I am counting down the days. 15 days. I have some crash dieting to attend to.
My mom is doing this crazy diet called HCG. It basically tricks your body into thinking that you’re pregnant and in a famine, so it burns fat and you can only eat 500 calories. I told her that’s anorexia, but apparently it’s not. She looks amazing. I’m jealous but too lazy to do anything about it.
Oprah is having a karaoke contest. Last night, Lydia (my friend who just moved back to town) and I dragged our high school friend Chris and our new friend Korey (with a K) to You know Uno. When we arrived, we were the only participants, we sang and sang. I sang “Son of a preacher man”, “The nearness of you” and “Cry me a river”; a duet with Lyd on “I wanna dance with somebody”, “Never gonna get it” and with Chris on “I’ll be there”. I need to add to my repertoire. Lydia sang a stunning rendition of “And I’m telling you” from dreamgirls. I recorded her on that one, but her camera ran out of memory a verse into it. I guess we’ll have to repeat the performance if we want to submit to the big O.
Winter has come early but life is good. Going to get my boyfriend to retrieve my winter shoes from the attic tonight and eat dinner with some girlfriends. I’m looking forward to it all. I am a sponge.
An update is in order. I have been following fashion week, as much as possible and am already feeling loathsome about the imposing winter months filled with car-warm-up sessions and perpetual black ice inspections. Nevermind all that, for now as we are still on the brink of autumn and there are many football games, bonfire tinged breezes and luscious boots to enjoy.
Having sworn off tanning forever in early August – after synthetic tanning machines were declared quite as cancer causing as cigarette-smoking – I decided to indulge in a spray tan. The result was really more hilarious than pleasant and an innocent photograph with my beau looked more like a foray into black-face. My dear friend, Sara, has described spray tanning experiences as being quite glamorous, with a nice lady setting up a tent in one’s living room and splashing every nook and cranny of one’s birthday suit with delicious bronze-ness. It was not quite so for myself and I’ve decided to try something new.
Spray Tan
I’ve been reading in the magazines/blogs lately that fair is in. Maybe they’re girls, much like me, who have sworn off tanning in favor of aging gracefully or maybe they really believe that a little lack of color looks good? Could it be? I’ve thought since I was just a girl of 15 that pale was equal to an unappealing jaundice-like pallor on skin such as mine. I have made a vow to find out. This winter. It helps if you’re thin…
Although I’m not yet “pale”, I haven’t allowed myself sun-time without at least a slather of spf 15 and I’ve plunged into foreign territory. Less is more? For the past week at work, I’ve worn nothing but tinted moisturizer, concealer and mascara. I must admit, I like it. It’s easy, it’s classic and it’s great when paired with bright lips. No promises on whether or not I’ll stick with the less is more policy, but change is always interesting if not fun.
I recently discovered this quote by the ever-intriguing Audrey Hepburn. She was the epitome of the “good girl with a wink”.
“I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe that loving is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” Audrey Hepburn
The Window Shopper 