A Weekend in Paris

A few months ago a friend asked if I was interested in a long girls weekend in Paris. Of course my answer was yes!  

The past few months have been exhausting. Yes, this summer was fun and exciting, but ultimately exhausting. Turns out opening a second store in a different state is a ton of work, duh. So, a chic and quick escape was needed. 

Paris is historic, it is chic, it is private, it is cultural. Although Parisians wear  mainly black and navy, the city is bursting with colorful inspiration. The smell of flour and butter casually drift out of boulangeries,  feathers and colorful silk scarves adorn shop windows, the sound of clinking glasses and the toot toot of scooters fill the elegant side streets.The architecture is enchanting, windowsills are filled with geraniums, and large wooden doors open to secret charming courtyards. Nothing is overt, nothing is flashy, nothing is gauche. Paris is unapologetically itself, something I strive to be.  

PS Click on each photo to be directed to a canvas or accessory that I feel embodies it! Best enjoyed with a sense of humor and a glass or wine or a double shot of espresso, like the Parisians...

 

 

  

 

  

 

 

  

 

 

 

While Paris was certainly about indulgence, it was also a reminder to savor, to look up, to treat oneself, and that we create our own joy and beauty. Parisian women aren't any prettier than Americans, but they are more self assured. Confidence is appealing. I spent the last days of 30 in Paris, I turned 31 the day we flew home. While Paris didn't change me it did remind me of what I want. I want to travel with my husband, I want to take more pride in what I wear, I want to own who I am, and I want to continue to learn. So here's to Paris and here's to embracing ourselves, because our assets make us strong and our flaws make us interesting. 

xo, Jessica