umbrella, ella, ella, eh eh eh

ok, i might not have a french bank account. or french cellie. or monthly metro pass. or map of this beautiful city. with all its teeny-tiny rues. that i can’t evah find. but you know what i do have? my monoprix valued customer card! which means now there could be some sort of reward system. for blowing all my euros in one place. on bourjois smokey eye palettes. and chocolate biscuits. and apricot marmalade. and lawd knows what else magically ends up in my cart when i walk thru those doors. and trust me, i always find a reason to walk thru those doors.

tonight’s monoprix mission: get an umbrella. i’m not a huge fan of rain. even just an on-off drizzle. in fact especially an on-off drizzle. it’s like, commit one way or the other! either you’re raining or you’re not. but the wetter the streets get, the easier it is to see my reflection in them. so i may grow to like this water-falling-from-the-sky thing afta all…

perhaps the drizzle is a sign. to stop wavering. even with something as seemingly simple as a choice in umbrella. i had to take a time out. from all the options. to sit on my bench just down the street. which i discovered yesterday. it was there that i realized the secret to meeting frenchies: always have cigs. it’s a nice change of pace to have someone ask me for something. afta two weeks of: comment dit-on? ou est le metro? and, in moments of grand defeat: parlez vous anglais? “cigarette?” “bien sur!” and then i thanked him. um awkward.

then i walked back. and got the cheapest umbrella available. and that, my friends, is how you make a decision. altho i didn’t use it the whole way home. out of protest. cuz the truth is: i didn’t like it. or any of the countless others. and yes, i understand that it’s ridiculous to feel you need to love your umbrella. in order to use it.

now onto more important decisions. like which wine i should drink before bedtime…finally met the lovely dude renting me his place. and he offered up a choice. to go with the bottle i know. or try something new. seems to be a recurring theme.

must. get. out. of. comfort. zone. says the girl who can’t stop playing the same song ovah and ovah and ovah again…

and the fete-ing continues…

today i had the task of hunting down some holiday cookies to bring to a lil soiree. well i s’pose i coulda baked some…but i’m trying to make friends here, people!

came across this deliciousness during the research phase.

but settled on somethin a lil more traditional.