I kind of have an obsession with Paris. I have never been there, except in my fantasies and dreams, but I think of it a lot. It is on my list of places to go and I am planning on it within the next two years. I decided to decorate my youngest daughter’s room with the Parisian theme in the colors of pink, white and sage. But now there is a considerable amount of brown in there too, seeing as I constantly change my mind. I also absolutely adore the black and white Parisian theme, so that became my bathroom. And because I stated I have an obsession, it is also the theme in my room. Except my color scheme is silver, gray and white with a hint of pink.
I think it might be because I am in love with love and romance……….and bread. What? I like bread…..anyway. I have loved I suppose, but I have never really been IN LOVE. You know the kind where you smile ridiculously all day because of the thought of him, and your heart beats wildly with the thought of his name and birds constantly sing loudly where ever you go? Ok, that might be a bit much. But seriously, I have never been so ridiculously in love with someone, and for me, when I think of Paris, I think about that.
Not only that, but I think of all the architecture and history and how beautiful it must be. Just the experience of it all, and one day I will go. Until then, I will dream with the cityscape picture above my head, the little American decorations that are supposed to be Paris like all around my room and be happy in my own little world….Now only if I could improve my relationship with wine. I imagine I’d want to drink wine while there. Just a little bit of information, wine and I are not friends. Honestly, I am not sure if we will ever be, but I am willing to give it another go. My first experience with wine is an odd one and it involved a Ferrari and a guy trying to get in my pants upon the first meeting…was it the wine’s fault? Don’t be silly, of course not, but the massive headache/hangover that followed the next day was. Ugh, I get sick just thinking of it. The douchebag, not the wine. But that part isn’t that nice to reminisce about either.
My second meeting with wine was at a local winery. Apparently I do not know my limits. I seem to be a rockstar when it comes to anything else, but wine? That is a sneaky b**ch. I did a wine tasting then shared a whole bottle of wine with my date and then ya know, couldn’t drive back home. Sure, that wasn’t embarrassing at all. I had a massive hangover THAT DAY. Eff the next morning, it couldn’t wait and the rest of the day I felt like hell….
My third meeting with wine was mixed with Rum and Tequila……that was a disaster. That night also prompted me to buy a glow in the dark Ouija board through my Amazon App. The hangover the next day was unimaginable.
So while some of you might be shaking your head and yelling at me through your computer screens unbeknownst to me, I know that wine is to be sipped and enjoyed…..mind you I know this, now. But at the time of me drinking it, I felt that is what I WAS doing, and I felt just fine. Fine until I had one more sip, or I stood up and then BAM…we were enemies Just Like That.
So since I put this post was about, “iPhonography” (Which honestly, when I say it, the sick part of my mind always reminds me it sounds a LOT like pornography.-Don’t act like you don’t think so too…) I will post some pictures that I took and of course ran through Instagram.
Enjoy! I am off to make chicken stirfry using a teriyaki/soy sauce concoction that I bought in a ridiculously large jug today at Costco.
-What is mounted above my head and with every night I say a silent prayer that the 3M Command Strips hold and does not let this thing fall while I sleep sending me into a coma.
The outfit I bought my daughter today at Costco, black white and pink. 🙂 My youngest one has one similar. I smell a photo shoot soon!
And Me…:)….Needing to make my bed.
And for good measure, my daughter’s kicks….I just love them. And they are pink, so they are kinda relevant to this post. And if not, eff it, I am putting them up anyway because honestly, who doesn’t think baby shoes are cute?
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