It's Me, Sara Louise

I’m back y’all! Jet lagged and a bit all over the shop, but back. Plus, I brought a friend from Texas with me… Disco Gayle has descended upon Le Petit Village to reign down her loveliness and keep me company… a soft landing to get over the after holiday homesickness if you will (Disco Gayle last featured in a post here. And so you’re in the know, she was The Husband’s Best Man Girl at our wedding. And just in case you’re thinking it, no, she has nothing in common with Disco Stu from The Simpsons. Just saying).

So yeah, back, and jet lagged (notice how I keep saying that I’m jet lagged… that’s because I am) and busy trying to settle back in unpacking all my Texas goodies (re: find places in my small, not-like-Texas sized house to put all the stuff). And of course there is so much to tell y’all about Texas. So much. But first, I need to tell y’all about Avignon (notice how I’m still saying y’all, y’all?)

It went like this… awhile ago, Sarah from Texpats Abroad was sitting in London, feeling lonely, missing Texas, and had the brilliant idea of taking a little trip down south of France way to meet up with two other Texans; Aidan and yours truly. And because we all know that Australia is kind of like one big Texas, but with weirder wild life, B got roped into the adventure too (fabulous idea, know?).

So we descended upon Avignon all excited for our sleep over and an evening with girls and a break from the husbands, children, and dogs and what not because heaven knows, sometimes we need a break. And oopsy… since I just happened to forget my jammies wasn’t that the best excuse for a pop into H&M where besides the jammies, I had to pick up a skirt and two tees (while the cats away…).

Fun.

And after a walk around, popping in and out of shops, giggling, and being girly we headed to dinner. Which of course we got all snazzy for like so…