Balloons

I have a chronic fear of heights (which is ironic considering my own height), and for some reason, when I was younger, I used to be afraid of balloons flying away.

I would get sweaty palms as I held balloon strings, and whenever I saw one or released one, I was found panic-ridden, as if the balloon were a living object with a life sadly blown away...

But this lovely post from the equally as lovely Brittany is just brilliant.

...as is this Miss Dior Cherie Parfum ad, produced by Sofia Coppola!




Oh, to be in Paris right now, in the spring...

Last week, in our bloodshot study break stupor, Rindz and I kayak.com'ed and found roundtrips to Charles de Gaulle for $600.
(This came about because we started naming off airport codes we knew- a requirement for all travel agents to know- yes, it was about 1 AM, don't worry about it...)

To say it was tempting would be a gross understatement. I was about ready to plug in my memorized credit card number (a handy, yet dangerous thing, as I've been known to sleep-shop in early morning hours and then get surprised when packages show up on my doorstep).

Upcoming post to follow about my darling friend Eva who WILL be going in a week or so...

Bisoux for now!