A friend send me a link to an Etsy shop that is selling some rather appalling greeting cards:
People who know me know that I like to read. A lot. I always have a stack of paper books at the ready, plus an equally large virtual stacks of books on my Nook. If I know I’m going to be out and have some free time — hello orthodontist’s waiting room, I’m looking at you — I’ll make sure to have some sort of reading material with me.
I have so many books at the ready that I no longer actively seek out more to read. They come to me, even when I’m not looking.
Sometimes, a person might look at the front of her living room, purse her lips in disapproval, and say to her spouse, “You know, I’ve never really been satisfied with how we arranged the furniture in that area.”
And if that person is lucky, her spouse will agree with her assessment, thereby giving her full authority to rearrange furniture.
Way back a long time ago, when I was expecting my babies, I read all the parenting books. ALL. THE. BOOKS. This was the very early days of the internet, so I had stacks and stacks of books (real paper books), plus parenting magazines and a handful of websites. Oh yeah, and I had my mother on speed dial.
Way back then, I researched like nobody’s business. Which food was best for baby to start off with? When to potty train? Which kind of preschool is best? I knew the issues and I could quote the research.
It’s a major holiday over in France today, so in honor of the day, I thought my post should focus on all things French.
I’ve only been to Paris once, but in my mind I’ve been there dozens of times. I’ve actually even used Google Maps to explore the streets of Paris.
I am not a French woman, but I wear striped sailor t-shirts and ballet flats a few times a week.
Some of my favorite artists were French. When we were in Paris three years ago, we made a special trip to the Musée d’Orsay just so that we could see Monet’s painting The Poppy Field, near Argenteuil, which is Ellie’s favorite painting and among my top three faves.
And for most of us, who doesn’t love fresh French bread? I could eat it three times a day.
What about you? Have you been to France? What are some of your favorite French things?
Joyeux Quatorze Juillet!