Today I cannot but write about Paris. In my heart I feel American, yet a part of me will always belong to Paris. My life there had such an impact on me. Years 2002-2012 spent in Paris were sweet and a dash tough, too. I will just remember the sweet. Yesterday Paris was attacked. The dangerous situation persists.
People were killed in the name of religion. My Christian faith is super important to me. My God is so powerful that I do not need to do any act on His behalf. He is able to act on His own. I do not need to judge for Him. He’ll take care of that. All I am to do is to read God’s word, the Bible where He explains how He wishes me to live this life, and to my best ability to be in contact with my Father thru prayer. Most importantly, I am to acknowledge that alone I am doomed but that if I believe in Jesus the doors to eternal life are open for me. My God offers this to all who wish. The ones who don’t, that’s an option, too. My God offers love. Only love. And the peaceful freedom of choice.
Today I weep. I hurt for Paris. I curl up inside of myself asking “am I ready to leave this life as unexpectedly as these cartoon artists and journalists in Paris yesterday did?” I place my trust in Jesus. I do my best in staying hopeful and courageous. Also thankful for the life I’ve been able to have so far.
Today has felt dark. It seems important to voice out my thoughts though. Love is the base of all. I wish to act in love. That said, I’m perfectly imperfect. I do my best in believing in God and in living this life so that every day matters, even a little bit. I try to leave a sweet caring aroma behind me as I venture on.
Thru this blog I wish to spread joy. I also hope to encourage those who are dealing with the same things I have been dealing with. I’ve been open about my struggles with eating disorders and depression because I feel that it matters. What I’m having to go thru teaches me lessons that I feel compelled to share.
Fashion is my way to live life in a fuller way. I cannot always make everything perfect but I can render things sweeter on another level by finding beauty and excitement around me and on me thru my clothing choices.
Today here I stand – a Christian fashionista, a world citizen. I want to have the courage to stand tall behind my beliefs. Love is what I want to promote.
My blog has a new follower Paul Andrew who designs shoes. Born Brit, now New York based. An interesting persona, I find. Maybe on my next trip to the Big Apple we could get together… Who knows. What I do know is that when I curiously clicked to see what his page looked like, I fell for these fur embellished pieces of wonder. So Susu chic style…
My B-Day celebrations were sweet and swell. We got together for drinks at Le Boudoir. Honey and I even shared some cocktail bites since the day had flown by so fast that a dinner hadn’t fitted into the swoosh. I’m working more and more these days. Hard labor demands even sturdier free time tangos. So dance we did… until the teeny morn’ hours.
I want to share some of my recent life’s sweet bites. These make days luckier.
I’m watching The Beauty Shop and loving the Atlanta-talkin’, curl boostin’ glamour that only the deep damp South can do right.
We had a night time picnic and admired some fireworks over the Saint Lawrence River. Wine and hummus dipping never fail. Good friends make the deal double dandy.
I’ve been jogging regularly. That really is my time to come alive – inside out. In any case, the fact that I’m learning to just be in the present is proving to be the best skill ever. No one can take it from you. Such power it grows within.
BBQ invitation in the horizon. Tea with another chic loving gal. This is life. No more. Nor less.
I’ve had some mighty good talks with Honey. He gives me time. He listens. He understands. He sends me messages as I run that whisper“I love you”. What else could I ever ask for?
Remember that you rock… Kiss!
My mom’s here visiting, so I’ve been strawberry sweetly busy. Thus my blog silence. It’s been such a treat to spend time with her, again. Together, physically in the same place. I love her so…
My mom and my husband are my rocks. The people who give me strength. With whom I can just be myself.
H&M shirt, Cop Copine dress, Arden tights
This post is a loving homage to my dear mom-in-law who passed away today. Marie-Claire you will be in my heart, always. It was an honor knowing you and learning from you.
Marie-Claire loved fashion and taught me a lot about chic à la française. She was a strong Frenchwoman who always made sure to dress up to the occasion.
Marie-Claire was born in Paris and later moved to the French Riviera. I loved her Southern cooking and long rosé wine tinted lunches in her rose bush garden.
This is a piece of art I gave her. According to her tastes.
Marie-Claire lived close by the Mediterranean Sea and I loved going to visit her, hanging out on the beach. Sipping coffee at a beach café or just sitting down on a bench and writing down my sea breeze inspired thoughts. Or breaking out to a dance.
Fly away my sweet Lady! Your life was beautiful. You were precious. Just like we all are. My dearest husband – I am there for you during this tough time!
I heart: GStyle, a blog written by a jazzy stylist and an incurable leather lover from London, who featured me this month. So, this chick is Ms. February! Thank you, dear G. What an honor. I equally got invited to speak on the radio. Should I overcome my fear and do it?
Today the Sweets and I are off for the day. Time just for us. This special day when we got engaged in Paris seven years ago, in front of the Versailles Castle.
Pretty soon heading out for a breakfast in the skies, at a panoramic restaurant that twirls around in an hour. Starbucks coffee served, along with muffins and a bagel heaven. Subsequently, our journey shall proceed to watch Safe Haven, a romantic thriller of a young woman looking for love in a small North Carolinian town. My East Coast infatuation can carry on…
You, my loves, make my life sweeter!
NYC dress, Riviera vintage bolero, Bata pumps
So, I’m back home. Flew thru New York in and out. Had such a lovely time off. There are no words. Just pure bliss. All the dear ones I met. Hugs, kisses, well wishes. My heart is bursting.
Now I have to accept dipping into real life again. I’m trying to find comfort in little glamorous pleasures. Watching my fave TV shows while devouring a marshmallow or two on the homey sofa. Taking long strolls along the Saint Lawrence river. Thus is life. A lot of love and then… a void.
Italo chic dress, Andiamo pumps