Now that all the glam people are crowding the French Riviera, we girls have to have our party, too. Here’s a look at my visit to Cannes a few years ago. The city is quite small. We strolled at the seaside where the festival venue is located. I also remember a gigantic seafood salad across the street from the center.
I had a cocktail party to go to. So LA red lips it was. Los Angeles is a place where people dare, and I dare, too. I love bling-blingy accessories. I need to be noticed by what I wear.
Le Chateau necklace
If there is something screwy I love, it is googling sweet treat pictures. Call me flaky, huh. Also, every evening I have to have my candy snatch. Otherwise I sulk. At the moment I’m late night blasting with jelly beans and marshmallows. Would my lactose-intolerance allow, I’d be nibbling on peanut butter cups. Only in enzyme-functioning dreams. Yeah.
Candy makes me happy. English licorice is a lifetime love. Maybe I ought to get meself a candy tee?
Sweet treat colored nails are of actuality. Playing with lace is of my liking, alike. I heart the attention my cropped, sexy hand wear gets… unfailingly. Somehow, I enjoy clothes induced drama. It is like an everyday stage up. I am far from superficial – dare to put it out here – but play away with frocks just for the fun of it. It makes my daily do-dos a dash more dulcet.
What I adore about the folks here in Quebec City is their openness. I often get compliments on my attire. The other day, as I ordered my Stardust coffee, the moka gal told me “how chic she found my hat”. These little sprinkles make life sweeter.
What do you think about the oh-so-popular American trend of coupling up sweet and salty? Like the above pretzel cupcakes. I’m debating. If ever anyone needed a lactose-free cupcake guinea piglet, I’m ready and willing!
What about Chanel cupcakes? Going twice and even three times.
Or what would you say about pics where the caramel just flo-oh-ows out? Or where the chewiness is teethhable?
I have now accumulated ten paintings, since my move to Canada in December. My goal is to brush away up to fifteen pieces, make a photo book and go hunting for a gallery where to organize my exhibit. A candy buffet at the opening would only be appropriate, non?