I feel like I’m always “saving” my good clothes – the cute swingy tops and dry clean only dresses and rompers and jeans that fit perfectly – just for the really right time to wear them. As a result, I often find myself out and about in the world, kicking around in ratty leggings (the ones which are thinning in places, oy) and ugly tee shirts because all of the good clothes I own? I’m saving them. Keepin’ em fresh. For when it really counts!
Am I the only one who does this? It’s insane.
Luckily, I’ve decided that our honeymoon – or, more specifically, PARIS – is the right time for a person to dress like she means it. But now I feel like I’m out of practice! I’m fumbling around with this top and those pants and what about these shoes? What goes together, anyway?
HELP. Everyone here is #chic and my only instinct is to choose stripes. Like, all the time. I’m not sure it’s cutting it here on l’Île de la Cité.
At least I can make pizza?
I made this the other night (stateside), when I was short on time and long on asparagus. I bought a ball of dough from Whole Foods and went to town. Spread with herbed goat cheese, crisp asparagus, and tangy artichoke hearts, it was an unexpected and satisfying weeknight dinner. Ben and I polished off half the thing in one sitting, and the leftovers made an excellent cold lunch.
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