Life is too short, do what you do best

As far as i’m concerned: “being french”.

Don’t know if it’s just a phase but there seems to be some kind of Halloween revival in Europe. At least here in Madrid. 
We spent the last two days wondering how we could dress cause frankly none of us wanted to spend money on a costume and more importantly, none of us had room in her suitcase to bring it back home.

We struggled for a while but quickly realize we just had to make it simple. And it turned out well, at least our costumes were different from the 20 pirates, 14 demons, 20 angels or 5 Black Swans of the evening.

Ok let’s face it, my outfit as a “french stereotype” was just an excuse to finally use my georgous shoes, bought in SF almost 2 months ago and that i can never wear because … well, they do not really fit with the clothes i took  with me here…plus, it’s really hard to walk on the cobblestones streets of Madrid.

So this outfit cost me 1 euro, for  a fake cigarette at Tiger. Well, actually 1,90 euros, i had bought a baguette but kinda ate half of it before the party.


24 going on 9.

Im known for being the girl who loves princesses, and kids stuff in general. My mom is like that, my sister is like that, we just can’t seem to understand why we should stop wearing pink, sing Disney songs and were tiaras just because we’re not 10 anymore. I’m turning 25 in 2 months…and i’ll keep wearing funny mice shaped shoes !



you said vintage?

I was a little pissed cause i missed the vintage fair in Paris and my mom and sis went and couldn’t shut up about how cool it was.
But they got me a gorgeous cardigan. So it’s ok. Plus, on Saturday i found those red patent “leather” shoes. Ok they are not officially vintage. But they feel like it. They are so cool !

J’étais un peu décue d’avoir raté le salon du Vintage à Paris, surtout que ma maman et ma soeur n’arrêtaient pas de me dire à quel point c’était sympa. Mais bon, elles m’ont ramené un superbe gilet. Donc ca va. Et puis samedi j’ai trouvé ces chaussures rouges vernies. Ok elles ne sont pas réellement “vintage” mais tout comme !

Jag var lite besviken att jag missade Vintage mässan i Paris, särskilt att min mamma och min syster kunde inte sluta prata om hur kul det var. Men de köpte mig en jättegullig caridagan. Sa det är ok. Dessutom hittade jag de här röda blänkläder skorna i Paris i lördags. Ok de inte verkligen är vintage…men det spelar ingen roll !

you know you’re swedish when?

So i had a flash today during lunch break.

Im getting used to some swedish habits.

There is one that really  struck me when i first arrived, guys, and people in general, do NOT speak to strangers in the street. Guys do not look at girls, or if they do they are really subtile about it, they do not come to them and start chatting.

Not that i get a lot of that usually, but being from Paris, you get comments at least once a week (usually not the smartest ones), and people come up to you once in a while talking about God knows why.

So when i first arrived i was really surprised to see how people act in the streets of Stockholm, i guess that’s what make us (people from the “south”) say that nordic people are “cold”, which they are not actually but for that you need to get to know them. Anyway, im losing my point here which was:

Today, in a store a guy came up to me and started with: ” i am sorry but you do not look swedish, so i wanted to talk to you and ask you

And my answer was: ” no, i am not. And you must not be either, because a swedish guy would not come up to me like that”

I was quite surprised that he came up to me, and even more surprised to be surprised if you know what i mean.

Anyway, for those who are not lost with my rambling and who cares, he was indeed, not swedish.

I had another awesome weekend in another part of awesome Sweden and i can’t wait to tell you about it but it’s getting late so more about it later !

In the meantime here is what i wore last friday, and my new “Carrie” shoes as i call them


aujourd’hui j’ai réalisé à quel point on s’habitue facilement aux “coutumes” d’un pays, sans s’en rendre compte. Un mec m’a abordé dans une boutique ! oui et alors me direz vous. Et bien ici ca ne se fait pas. PAS. JAMAIS. Les garcons ne regardent pas les filles (ou alors très subtilement), ne les arrêtent pas pour leur proposer un café ou leur balancer quelques phrases un peu lourdes mais qui finalement font toujours du bien à notre petit ego. Non pas que je sois sollicitée toute les deux minutes quand je suis à Paris, mais ca arrive. Ici. RIEN. donc je m’y suis faite. Apparement. Car quand ce garcon s’est approché en me disant:

“désolé mais vous n’avez pas l’air suédoise alors j’ai voulu savoir…” je lui ai répondu ” non, je ne le suis pas, mais vous non plus car les suédois n’abordent pas les gens comme ca”

rien a voir mais j’adore mes pompes “carrie”

40 hours later

It s 10pm here in Paris; I have officially been up  for 40  hours. Im not quite sure what keeps me from falling appart right this second.

At 9pm yesterday i went to my friends for dinner; then we went to the Café Opera in Stockholm, could have been great but because of a stupid missunderstanfing we ended up spending like 20 minutes there.  Then went home and had a midnight breakfast until 3 am when i had to catch my subway to get to the central station to then get to the airport.   Ok Ok i slept 2 hours in the plane. Then my dad picked me up, and with my mom, Cripsin, my aunts and 2 of my cousins, we went shopping in Paris.

Being exhausted did not stop me from spending thank God.

Sometimes you just need one more pair of shoes: because they are your size, your color, your taste, your price….they are yours but just don t know it yet.     

I can t wait for the weather to get better so i can actually wear them !  

Il est 22h, c’est officiel je n’ ai pas dormi depuis 40h !!!!   Flippant ! Mais à peine descendu de l’avion j’étais déjà en train de faire les boutiques dans Paris, fin des soldes oblige !!!  Et j’ai fait quelques trouvailles, mais maintenant, DODO !!! 

Blue, blue & some more blue

to introduce some of my presents today, i picked the BLUE theme. Cause blue is pretty and makes me happy.

Les cadeaux d’aujourd’hui sont bleus. Tout bleus.

blue shinning shoes from my parents

De belles chaussures bleues brillantes

Blue, very soft, dress from my parents

une robe bleue toute douce

Blue vintage butterfly necklace from Crispin

un collier papillon bleu

ps: i still need to get the hang of my new camera… so sorry for the weird..quality sometimes…

Lovely british accent…

so shopping  usually leads to owning new stuff. I looooved all those little shops in Portobello, and i was amazed how different clothes are from here in Paris… i fell in love with about 10 dresses but ended up buying only one…and now i can’t remember why i didn’t take the others too…

One thing i noticed is that the dresses are wayyy shorter ! I first felt a little weird but realized everyone around me was wearing them so i assumed it was ok. I wore it yesterday with my friends and they felt it was short too but i felt ok wearing it. I really like it.

On sunday morning, Elio (our 5 months old giant puppy) kinda took his revange for being “left out” from the London trip and litteraly ate a book and…my shoes 😦

So we went shoes shopping and we found adorable little bow shoes !! Plus another really cool pair of boots (but they’re already packed !)

Anyway, im off to Stockholm TOMORROW ! Until i can access the Internet, enjoy the new header 🙂 (appropriate right?)



Je suis tombée amoureuse des adorables petites boutiques de fringues de Portobello, j’ai été impressionnée par la différence de “style” avec Paris…j’ai craqué sur 10 robes et je ne comprends pas pourquoi je ne reviens qu’avec une seule..( c’est surement financier)

Un truc qui m’a frappé c’est la longueur des jupes ! vachement plus courtes que celles que j’ai l’habitude de mettre ! 

Dimanche matin Elio (mon enorme chiot) s’est venger (de ne pas avoir été enmené à Londres), il a “dévoré” un livre et…mes chaussures… 😦

Donc on a été faire un tour chez Besson ou l’on a trouvé ces adorables ballerines !

Bon, je part demain pour Stockholm, en attendant, profitez de la nouvelle bannière 🙂 (appropriée non? ?)

Busy bee weekend

Saturday was Sweden’s day,

sunday was mother’s day in France and “voting” day for the european  deputees elections and the french open final… 

So i wished a good day to älskling and all the Swedes, 

Crispin and i made a nice breakfast and gave mom a new bag,

i voted and i watched the final.  

update (june 8th: shame, shame on me, how could i forget to mention it was the D-Day commemoration and Obama was in Normandie ! April 22 ‘s comment was my waking up call…i suck.

 no need to mention that my attempt to write about the impact of micro credit on women in Africa was a total failure. oups.

But who care when you have new shoes w/ awesome see thru heels right?

blackheels   from Besson

my raspberry shoes


they fitted so I did what i had to do

.i’m back.

Back from Poland, and back from Sverige.

It was awesome.

the cruise was amazing. Swinoujscie was adorable. We even crossed the borden to Germany…

we were at 2 places at 1 time…

….and now the reality kicks in….

3 oral presentations next week, and work work work…

But I have the head full of memories and my bag full of new stuff…(mostly clothes)

 shoes from Bergstrands, Ystad

what do you care about?

Im about to go do a bloodtest…

some would freak out just thinking about the needle… 

But all i really care about  is


Which one?

update: turns out, no blood test today, i totally forgot you were not supposed to eat before those things…oupsy!