June 15, 2015

Saint-Tropez, le marché

In Saint-Tropez, we wandered around the Saturday market, la Place des Lices under an unbelievable blue sky. I understand why Hemingway and everybody spent months in the south of France, there is so much to see that you need at least a whole summer to relax and walk around slowly enjoying the narrow streets, details, boulangeries, and magical blue sea. The light really is special and it makes so much sense that Van Gogh, Cézanne, and those guys were so into painting around there. 

The one that got away. Why didn't I buy a pair of these gingham gems? 
The man selling really expensive art. People recommend the Saturday market to buy vintage furniture and art, I guess for people who can afford yachts. 
Soap on a rope. I couldn't afford the art, but I took home soap to last six months. I'm currently using a bright red soap that smells like sweet wine and it makes the shower look like someone got murdered in it, but it smells so indulgent...it makes bathtime feel extra fancy. 
I love the pipes!
Vintage silverware.
These basket bags were a fantastic deal, I bought the one on the right! We have similar ones all over Mallorca, but they were cheaper in Saint-Tropez.

A cafe next to the market.
I was in soap heaven.
There were so many cute dogs everywhere.
Perfect scooter.
A poster by the market, RIP Paul Walker.

April 27, 2015

Cabin in the Vineyards

We went to the south of France at the beginning of April and stayed in a little Airbnb cabin overlooking a vineyard. I loved having hot chocolate from the Nespresso machine at night, the groundkeeper's dog named Baloo, and the coziness of sleeping entwined in a knot at night because we would shiver if we didn't. The hot water stopped working the last day and half, but it was still a magical place to have as a base while we tried to explore way too much on one trip. 

Hammock overlooking the vineyards. 
He was huge in person and barked at us every time we left and came back.
Our first night we saw this bowling alley between St. Tropez and St. Maxime and we had to stop...we HAD to know what bowling in French was like. We had the best time playing two rounds (video here) and eating a few mini Pringles cans from a vending machine because they didn't have food and we were starving. On our way back to the cabin we went through the McDonald's drive-thru for les southern chicken jalapeno sandwichs and les frites. 

March 31, 2015


I made a collage of my Instagram photos plus a few more from our weekend trip to London in February. Even in the bitter cold (I walked around with hot pads from Boots under my shirt) it was still a great time.
Some things I enjoyed about the trip:

I loved visiting the British Museum. I enjoy seeing paintings and sculptures, but I think I might like thousand-year-old artifacts and mummies even more!

I will never get sick of eating and walking around Borough Market!

Liberty London is so beautiful, I could visit it every day.

I’m still dreaming about breakfast at Dishoom where I had a delicious and bacon and egg naan roll with a chai latte and felt like I was in Bombay in the 1920s.

We were lucky to stay with our friends who have the sweetest dog Ruby, she would jump in our bed and kiss us every morning.

Our friend invited us to go to a 60s dance party run by Die Freche Muse, a group of people who throw themed burlesque events in secret locations around London. They have a strict dress code so we spent one afternoon vintage shopping in Brick Lane and I found a cute yellow dress from the 60s and a flowery scarf for under 20 quid.

The night of the party I probably spent way too long getting dolled up and failing at cat eyes, but we put our coats on and went out into the cold hoping to dance and see some raunchy 1960s striptease. We took one overground train and one bus and arrived to the party with the most interesting mix of people (young, old, transvestites, plus us weirdos) dancing, drinking, or sitting in booths surrounded by psychedelic wall projections and the most awkward house party vibe in the room. 

Maybe it would have been more fun if it was in a really cool old mansion with chandeliers. This place felt like an old, run down recreation center, but people took our coats at the door and there was a burlesque dancer in a cat suit, but she was more like a drunk girl who randomly showed up in a cat suit, see I can’t even explain it to you, but it sounds so weird, right? It just wasn't what we were expecting.

Sorry I didn’t get your party, Die Freche Muse. You succeeded in making us laugh and laugh and after we left the party early, we all waited for a cab and it started to snow and we got to see some of the beautiful red foxes that roam London at night! Read about the foxes in London here
Ok so I did enjoy the party a little bit! 

March 16, 2015

Monday Morning

Today is rainy and cold so I am happy I have Mondays off...I had pneumonia and spent three nights in the hospital about two weeks ago. So if it's bad weather, I think it's better to stay inside so I don't have any more weird infections and x-rays with shadowy lungs. I am fine and good now!
My coffee and glittery ruby slipper nail polish from H&M. 
Tubby Tippy on David's legs. I've been measuring her food and feeding her less, but she's still a chubby kitty. We need to work on her exercise now. 
 The past few days I haven't been able to put The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins down, I stayed up until 4 AM to finish it. 
R-E-A-D it! Note: My Kindle from 2010 still works great. 
These adorable German ghost cookies. 
Happy lights.
A mommy and her baby lamb born yesterday at Daylesford Farm in the Cotswolds. Photo credit: @CasieBamford on Instagram. 

February 25, 2015


For my thirtieth birthday in January, I decorated the apartment with a bunch of frou-frou from Tiger, my favorite Danish shop that's impossible to walk through without buying something you didn't know you needed. David bought me my favorite pizza from a place called BASE and a delicious assortment of cakes, macarons, and chocolates. Turning thirty wasn't scary at all, I feel like I turned twenty again.
The balloons before they turned into hearts looked like little penises. Tippy loved that I put the flower crown on her. 
Balloons on the balcony. 
The best chandelier candle cake topper.
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