I kept it pretty quiet (ahem), but I spent most of this week in Paris. It was a celebration of another year slipping by as I chalked up another birthday, with just me and my husband present. It wasn't a milestone year, but a milestone plus one. I didn't even notice the big one last year, but then I again I was trying to get my head around motherhood and those two-hour nightly feeds. I had other things on my mind and no time for melancholy.
Paris was wonderful. My relationship is pretty strong, but then the first year of parenting is pretty tough too. It was something of a relief to discover that we still had lots and lots to talk about without the boy to organise and occupy our time. And yes, I managed a few days away from my little one. I won't pretend it was easy. My stomach lurched every time I heard a child laugh or wail, and I did find myself dropping his name into the conversation perhaps more than I should have.
When I was a kid, I used to have a special rule about France. I had to eat one chocolate eclair every single day. In Paris I managed only one (my inner child is shamefully shaking her head in disgust), but it was a pretty delicious one so I suppose that's ok.
One of the things I really love about Paris is that it make me want to dress up even if I'm just stepping out for an eclair. It's a dream for vintage lovers, although make sure to have plenty of euros at the ready, for it ain't cheap.
Paris is going to be something of a running theme this week on the blog. Here's a sneaky peek of what's to come...
Every time I'm in Paris I make sure to embrace what is now one of the ultimate tourist cliches - I visit Shakespeare and Company, the famous Left Bank English language bookshop. This time I bought a book by a woman I really admire - Grace Coddington, the Creative Director of American Vogue. It's a really interesting read, detailing her time as a high fashion model in the swinging sixties, to her rise to Anna Wintour's right-hand woman. If you haven't watched the documentary The September Issue then I definitely recommend it. It's a fascinating look at the processes involved in producing Vogue's biggest issue of the year.
In other news ... we returned home to a very grumpy teething child. Molars - wow. I feel so sorry for him.
My vintage item of the week is this rather wonderful 1930's playsuit. This week has very much been about emphasizing the wearability of rare vintage. Just because something is really old doesn't mean it should just stay in a box with a bunch of moth balls, it just makes it even more special. The playsuit is aged 7-8 (ish - check the measurements), and is available to buy for £20.
Hope you enjoy the Paris posts this week! Lot's more photos over on my Instagram - come say hello!