It's Me, Sara Louise

Baby Cousin’s shop only sells men’s clothes (although I did buy a really cute button down in x-small that I’m loving at the moment). I wish it sold clothes for women but it’s not that kind of shop. It’s one of those cool boy shops. Not overly trendy and metro sexual like Top Man, where the clothes scream, ‘I know the DJ’, at Baby Cousin’s shop, the clothes are like, ‘I am the DJ’. If I was a boy, I’d buy most of my clothes there. But I’m not (luckily for The Boyfriend).

We spend a lot of time there. There’s a comfy couch and flat screen in the back and a fridge always stocked with Heinekens (total boy shop), and next door a restaurant that sends in espresso and Moroccan tea to Baby Cousin.

This visit, there was something new. The desk that the cash register sits on had been decoupaged. Now, you know that I’m loving the decoupage, haven’t done it yet, but I’m loving it. Well, little intrepid Baby Cousin, had decoupaged the cash register desk with comic books.

How cool is this…

So we’re standing around the cool comic book cash desk, admiring it, and talking about how long it took Baby Cousin to decoupage the whole thing.

And then The Boyfriend and his non-petite self decided to lean on it…

Oops.

Way to go.

To try and make up for The Boyfriend in a china shop damage, we took Baby Cousin to lunch next door at this swanky place…

Which is so like, ‘This is where the DJ eats.’

I had a glass of this…

And to try and ease the pain of his damaged desk, we got Baby Cousin a glass of this…

Pain go bye bye juice courtesy of vodka.

P.S.

If you find yourself in Avignon, drop into Family on 4 Rue Carnot, just don’t lean on anything.