LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the pink peep-toes! I love them so much, I have to borrow them...hope you don't mind! http://dinnertableconversation.blogspot.com/2010/06/pink-peep-toe-perfection.html
It's my birthday today, Pink Frenchie. I'm at work but imagining myself a million miles away on a beach under that pink umbrella, then getting dressed up totally GLAM and walking down the boardwalk and meeting friends for lunch and blowing out that candle on my birthday cake. A girl can dream . . .
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
ITooHeartFreelingPink, Pink Frenchie! Merci beaucoup!
ReplyDeleteLOVE, LOVE, LOVE the pink peep-toes! I love them so much, I have to borrow them...hope you don't mind! http://dinnertableconversation.blogspot.com/2010/06/pink-peep-toe-perfection.html
ReplyDeleteIt's my birthday today, Pink Frenchie. I'm at work but imagining myself a million miles away on a beach under that pink umbrella, then getting dressed up totally GLAM and walking down the boardwalk and meeting friends for lunch and blowing out that candle on my birthday cake. A girl can dream . . .
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