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
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
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
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.
“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
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
“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.