En Parlant de Paris, Part Deux
These vintage postcards awaited me at a Pittsburgh flea market. They fill my head with stories, my heart with romance and my whole being with a deep, deep desire to…
These vintage postcards awaited me at a Pittsburgh flea market. They fill my head with stories, my heart with romance and my whole being with a deep, deep desire to…
I've mentioned it here and there, but Paris is worth a more significant stroll down memory lane. I spent six months there in 2008 and a few other short visits,…
December 2008 When I wrote about the Plum Crazy Cake, I was only beginning to scratch the surface of my wonderfully unique friend Camille! I didn’t even mention knitting. Knitting…
August 2008 Quelcy, Quelcy, quite, quite merry, How does your garden grow? With gourds and greens and buttery smells, And judgmental nieces all in a row! I left Paris early…
June 2008 I replaced a nineteen-year-old New Zealander in Le Perreux Sur-Marne. She told me she was simultaneously ready to go and in disbelief she would be leaving. I understood. She…
June 2008 It had to happen at some point during my Parisian au pair stint...un français et moi, a Frenchie and me! Despite my mantras of, "I'm independent here….I'm not looking…
April 2008 There are moments which may seem insignificant at the time, but upon later reflection, these moments are of utmost importance. I spent a semester in Aix-en-Provence, in the…