Welcome to my first blog post. Ever.
Rather than listing endless facts about my hobbies and interests, likes and dislikes and a boring statement saying what me blog is about, I'm just gonna jump straight in. So lets talk. Paris.
I'd been planning this trip for months, and therefore my wardrobe for that amount of time also. Having tried on just about every dress in my wardrobe I believed that dressing in Paris was a huge responsibility, bigger than it is every other day. So with Carrie Bradshaw's Parisian wardrobe in mind, I built my own Parisian, if not wardrobe, suitcase. In my mind I believed each outfit outlined the epitome of Paris style. I strongly felt the streets of Paris would be lined with glamorous ladies in Channel and Dior draped in chiffon and silks and tottering in designer shoes with beautiful head wear. In reality, the style was relatively simple. Lots of jeans, hoodies, trainers and backpacks. My imagination of the perfect Paris style had led me into the wildly overdressed but I still felt Parisian, and the way you feel is really what matters.
So here are my my Parisian looks, and just a small selection of the photos that were taken.
My final night in Paris. We bought a picnic of sumptuous desserts and one salad and sat at the Louvre watching the sun set. Also in sight was the Eiffel tower and we waited for the light show to start. It was the perfect end to a perfect trip. So naturally, I wore a perfect dress. Its my pride and joy this dress. I bought it from Harrods spending months worth of wages on it, but with no regrets. Its been hung in my room so it is the first and last thing I see each day. Although its a complete ball gown I simply had to wear it. This was when I also though Paris would be rife with girls in gowns. But I still would wear it in a heartbeat again. I wore little black, bow shoes with the dress, keeping everything simple and also a pink beaded necklace. It was a princess moment. I wore mums cardi to stay warm as the sun went down. The dress summed up the night, and summed up our trip, and how I felt then, and now. Is it childish to prance around in a ridiculously over the top gown? Probably. But its also me, and its my French style, and I was happy.
So there you have it fellow bloggers, my first adventure abroad and the wardrobe that accompanied me, and my first blog post. Lets just end it with some trivia close to me heart. The Pont Des Arts bridge, shown in the second to last photo, is a bridge for lovers. Two lovers attach a padlock with their initials and throw the key into the Seine. Can you think of anything more romantic? Well just one thing. Its also the bridge where Big tells Carrie 'You're the One'.