Hermes scarves are quite possibly the most chic, timeless accessory that a woman can wear. Though I would have to forgo groceries for a month to purchase one, I am dreaming of the vivacious colors and soft silk of an Hermes scarf nonetheless. Somehow I've convinced myself, if only I had Hermes around my neck, I could channel my inner Grace Kelly or Jackie O.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
oooh me too dahling. oh so luxe. :)
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