My vacation in Finland is rolling on softly. I’ve savored some sweet and tender family time, along with soulful red wine, comforting cinnamon rolls and vanilla ice-cream. Today my thoughts fly back to my current place of home though. Here, may I present, my Quebecker bestie Valerie. She is a lady who knows her chic, and rocks it all together in a smart way. Being uber vogue doesn’t take an arm and a high-heeled leg, according to Montreal-born Valerie. One can add a lot to an outfit with pearls. Fascinators fascinate my sweet Val, too.
Valerie has been there for me when Paris was having a nostalgia spell on this chick. She and I regularly get together at Starbuckies on lazy Friday afternoons. Valerie is the best friend far away from them all. She has a European heart, an inclination to everything delicate and refined.
Friends like Valerie are a big reason why relocating can feel good, reassuring and worth the while. Had I stayed in Paris, we never would have met. The day of photo taking, my Gal and I went to a tea party at the bishop’s house. Darjeeling and scones were ours, as we spent a moment of dandy. And lived life. Together. For this slice of passage.
Now… it is time for me to free fly here in Finland, back at my roots. It does feel profoundly good to be where it all started. This lady’s life. The path that has carried me ten times over the Atlantic already. More to come. But now I’ll share this particular pink shaded evening in the compamy of dear Mom and little sis.
Forever 21 dress, Simons hat