What do you do?
I am asked this question (very) often (in the States.) And my answer depends on where I am. When I’m in the States, I give my current occupation in addition
Legos 2.0
Mon amie: What are you wearing for our cocktail date tomorrow? Moi: A black skirt. Whhhhaaaatttttttt, is it not a black skirt? Non? She didn’t stay upset long. Its hard to
Who art thou June?
It wasn’t until I started my blogging endeavor and created a business Instagram page that I discovered June Ambrose. June Ambrose was in a queue of suggested verified persons of
Legos
While the bedroom converted into a closet (I also have racks of clothes in our loft, smh) does not echo this sentiment, I truly believe in building from your fundamentals.
Dry Clean Only?
“Really? There’s a MACHINE in the basement that would do this for me. This is so stupid.” Ok, I didn’t say the “it’s so stupid” part, aloud. I said it
I Got Carried Away?
1 August marks the end of summer. In my book. I’ve always operated on cinq seasons: Hiver, Printemps, Été, Pré-Automne et Automne I’m uncertain if I can begin to articulate
Jeter dans le sac. Part Deux : Expérience.
“Will those shoes walk for you?” “Does that coin pouch generate collectors coins?” “Can the agenda automatically transcribe what’s in your thoughts?” You name it, I’ve had to answer it.
