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Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

So my sister’s visit came and is now over. I instagrammed some bits of it. Our Fourth of July weekend in Portland, ME, was just awesome. A rock concert, a picnic by the ocean, lots of coffee and cookies for me – lobsters and cream pies for others – and a mail boat ride in the Casco Bay. I started every day with a fitness session at the hotel gym, followed by a dip in the pool. It had been long while I hadn’t touched weights. I did some upper body strength and loved seeing my shoulders get defined. (Maybe just in my imagination.)

Now I’m already thinking about my European vacay that starts on Saturday. I’ll be back in Paris, my hometown for ten years. The place where this blog started. My bags are packed. I’ve got one more workday to go. Tomorrow evening at 3pm I’ll kick off my teacher shoes and relax… Talk to you from the other side of the Atlantic next time!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

Soon Paris!

November Fashion Memories

I’ve been blogging since March 2007. In September 2009 I realized that I was mostly writing about fashion so that’s when my blog name changed from Susu’s World to Susu Paris Chic with a clear focus on trends and my personal style. I thought it would be fun to boost a month that is often gloomy and dark by walking down the memory lane of with its bygone outfits and bygone life. So here we go… Back to Paris first.

November Fashion Memories

This outfit is from November 2008. I was living in Paris and working as an English teacher. My mom would come visit me regularly and we’d make sure to go take a tour at her favorite museum in town the Musée d’Orsay. Back at that time I wore turtle necks under dressier tops. This fade out top served me both as a dress and a tunic. In this picture I was having fun breaking into some ballet steps in the museum lobby.

November Fashion Memories

The second outfit from November 2009 is a selfie, Back in the day, I’d shoot most of my blog pictures myself. I’d ride the subway with my tripod. I’d get my installation done and fire away. In Paris there’s so much going on, like in any metropolis, so people rarely cared. From time to time someone would try to photo bomb my shots though. This shot was taken on a super rainy Sunday. Outdoor pics were out of question, so I decided to pay a visit to one of my top hangouts in the Paris Palais de Tokyo, a modern art center with a Japanese simplistic vibe. I wore my black beret a lot during my Paris years. It seemed fitting for this American implant.

November Fashion Memories

This picture is from 2010 when my mom and sister were visiting. My mom was celebrating a big birthday so us girls made sure to make it special. We visited the sculptor Rodin’s Museum as well as had a lovely dinner at a jazz playing restaurant, that I had carefully searched prior to my ladies’ visit This shot is from the Eiffel Tower Park. I could never get enough of that place. My subway line would bring me there directly and the park was a regular part of my Paris doings. At this time I was into leopard and funky layering like this crisp dress shirt topped with a lace number initially destined for the bedroom.

November Fashion Memories

Now we are in 2011 and on the French Riviera. Sebastien and I spent six weeks there at my mom-in-law’s as we were waiting for our paperwork to clear for Canada. We had resigned from our jobs, sold all our belongings and headed to the Alps to spend a week at my brother-in-law’s. After that our drive across France continued until the Mediterranean Sea. Looking back, I’m so grateful I got to have that time. Of course because the South of France just has that magic to it, but also because I lost my mom-in-law a year and a half later very unexpectedly. I had found the sweater I’m wearing during my day trip to Marseille. November in the South was mild so I enjoyed not having to bulk up on clothes. That ended up changing drastically when we arrived in Canada December 1.

November Fashion Memories

This shot was taken in 2012 in Quebec City. I’m wearing my first Canadian fashion purchase, the faux fur vest. At that point we had been living in Canada for a year. This country took me by surprise and I was having difficulty to adjust. Coming from Paris to a smaller, less fashion-y place, discovering the level of Frenchness – spoken everywhere – and trying to find a new way to be glam in the ample snow that Wisconsin or Finland had yet never challenged me with, were the things that got to me. Luckily, I had the courage, and the support of my loved ones, to go and find help. Starbucks hangouts were the first things that I forced myself to do, because I knew that dressing up trendy and making my way out there would boost my mood.

November Fashion Memories

November 2013, posing in front of the Quebec City Hall. There was a zombie walk that day. I remember challenging my dislike of anything too gloomy by walking with the monsters. By this moment I had started feeling better in Canada. I had started my own English-teaching company Susa English and that had truly blessed my life. Being an entrepreneur has revealed sides of myself I had no idea existed. In the picture I was sporting my fave clothing item, a mini skirt with a glamorous out of the ordinary fabric. The boots are a find from Boston. All thru our living in Canada we’ve made sure to visit the U.S. whenever a bank holiday comes along. I love my country – and need regular a dose.

November Fashion Memories

The last shot is from last year. I’m wearing my faux leather pants that I spotted at Winners, the Canadian name for TJ Maxx. The earrings are lipsticks from NYC Chinatown, my go-to hood for interesting ear jewels, and the sparkly lip necklace were a find down my street. I live right in the very heart of Quebec City so shopping options are here – although it is getting more and more souvenir shop and restaurant filled.

I hope that you’ve enjoyed the trip back in time. We are today what our past has made us. That said, we can decide to keep the parts that help us to feel good today. The rest can stay dusted and forgotten. All what matters is that today we find inspiration to live a happy life right where we are.

 

Bastille Day

We'll Always Have Paris

Today’s the French National Day so of course my thoughts wander back to my Parisian years… The City of Lights was a part of my life for a long while. Here are some sweet memories of times gone by. I was young. I drank rose and acted careless. I met lots of new, interesting people. Most passing thru. That’s Paris. Transitioning.

Interestingly, the human mind gets bored, and I needed something else. In came ‘the idea of New York’. I switched to the other side of the Atlantic, didn’t go to NYC but Canada. Now I look at my Paris years with tenderness. It was a phase. A passage I definitely wanted. Paris taught me to be bold, and to dive in fashion. It was there that I decided to be fully me and to let my crazy, lovely creativity shine.

Tonite we’re going to a ball at the French Consulate. Followed by an outdoor concert by a French singer my late French mom-in-law introduced me to. I’ll toast my champagne to her memory. Miss you Marie-Claire!

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

We'll Always Have Paris

My Heart Beats for Paris

My Heart Beats for Paris

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.

My Heart Beats for Paris

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.

My Heart Beats for Paris

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.

My Heart Beats for Paris

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.

My Heart Beats for Paris

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.

My Heart Beats for Paris

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.

My Heart Beats for Paris

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 Heart Beats for Paris

My Heart Beats for Paris

My Heart Beats for Paris

Red Energy

Red

The temps are chilling down. I wanted to post this blast of color to remember summertime fashions and doings. First Marimekko in Finland.

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The Eiffel Tower, my love, in July.

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Dolce and Gabbana Fall Winter 2013

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Red

Red

Yoga by the river.

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French treats. Can never go wrong.

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Montreal graffiti.

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Ottawa art museum.

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Red is a powerful color. Let its vibrancy bounce you to places, now this fall season more than ever.

Forever 21 top

Yay Yellow!

Yay Yellow!

Sweet vacationing. Time to sit in the long chair. Sleep lazily under the soothing sun. Wake up when I feel like it. Have muesli for breakfast, with some blueberry muffin herbal tea. Go out for jogs that I realize last almost an hour. I’ve become quite strong compared to a couple of years back.

Yay Yellow!

I’ve also had some time to read. Nicolas Jacquemot: What Can One Learn from Optimists? A pretty blue book written by a Swede that shows you in clear steps how you can bring more positivism into your life. Best possible scenario versus catastrophe thinking.

I feel anxious – possibility A, I’m going to break under this stress or possibility B, the feeling shall soon pass, I’ll just focus on something outside of myself. Getting into a state of flow where I’m doing something so captivating that time disappears. I just enjoy and do. What are your get-lost-in-it thingies? Keep a list handy. This way you know you’ll not be beaten by the blues.

Yay Yellow!

It is luxury to be able to spend some time pondering. Vacations are made for that. I stepped out of the blog world and all digital fun for a while, to be grounded and calmed down. To bathe in real life. I find that blogging and Facebook add a honeyed touch to life, but life has to be there first. I want to see my friends, now scattered between Finland, France, USA and Canada. Some in Germany, Holland, China, Mexico… too. So yep, a tall order, but one after another I do meet them.

Yay Yellow!

I appreciate friendships where we really share. The right that you have to be just you. This builds your self-strength. You know that to some you are enough simply the way you naturally are. These moments lingered on together carry you a long way ahead. You can pull them up in your minds eye far after the sweet summer get-togethers.

Yay Yellow!

I did go to Paris and it was really wonderful. I’ll tell you more in the times to come. Now I’m still taking in family time in Finland. My return flight Helsinki-Paris-Quebec City shall take place on Saturday. The Sweets is eagerly awaiting for me. Three weeks apart does build up the extra desire. There will be lots of kissing with my Frenchie… a glass of wine and relaxing on the velvety sofa, after a long day of travel. Why not even a walk by the Saint Lawrence River around sunset.

Yay Yellow!

Yay Yellow!

Yay Yellow!

 Hugs from Finland flowing your precious way…

Yay Yellow!

Yay Yellow!

Yay Yellow!

Dear friends, do leave a comment and tell me what you have been up to!!! I miss you all and shall pop in for a visit.

H&M dress, Sirens ballet flats, Quebec City bag