My second French film rental of the summer: the 1965 Agnes Varda film - Le Bonheur (Happiness). A story of a young carpenter who while happy with his wife and two young children, begins an affair with a woman who works in the post office. As he rationalized his love for both his wife and his mistress, I wondered is this what makes the French different when it comes to love?
My heart is heavy b/c the Hub and I aren't in a good place @ the moment. I'm hoping that he accepts my invite to explore limestone and turquoise water this weekend, and perhaps we can mend things by sleeping outdoors. Image found over at my favourite Poppytalk Handmade marketplace.
Can you imagine? It would come pretty close to feeling like a bird. I'm guessing that it is somewhere in the Alps but maybe you know? I would love to find out just where in the world this is. Found at Museum of Happiness.
I studied French until I was 18 years old but I don't think I ever really learned it. Almost every year on my birthday goal list I include - to get better at French - or - to take a French class - or - to watch French movies. Well, seeing as how I am a lady of leisure this summer, I rented my first French film last week - L'Heure d'été (Summer Hours) and wasn't disappointed. I love the slow poignancy of French film.
Just when I thought I'd lost my gusto for travel, one of my dear friends presents to me San Miguel, Mexico in January. What a dream to look forward to: cobblestone streets, old adobe houses, historic churches and empty fountains nestled in the interior of Mexico. For a little wardrobe and suitcase inspiration, I stumbled upon Ruche Clothing's San Miguel look-book. How dreamy!
While dark, coffee and chocolate-inspired wood floors are lovely, I'm thinking more and more that blonde is the way to go (if and when the Hub and I ever settle in our own little nest). Inspiration found at Design Sponge where Grace and the girls are going through their best-of series.