It's Me, Sara Louise

I am much obliged to Champagne Blonde for passing on this Stylish Blogger Award to me, it’s given me a nice little segue between Texas, and life back in Le Petit Village.
(Since she passed it on to me, she has actually started a new blog called 2onplateaus… that’s how long it can take me to post one of these, here she is blogging away on her second blog, and it takes me three months to come up with seven things… I’m a slowpoke.)

So how about a little bit about what I’m looking forward to about Autumn? Seven little bits to be exact. (I’m sure some of you are thinking, “but it’s already Fall crazy girl”… true, but you wouldn’t know it here. For one, I have a house guest that’s been visiting since my Texas holiday so that has kind of put an extension on my summer what with traveling all about and such… Saint-Rémy, Arles, Monaco, Cannes, Avignon, Marseille, and soon Montpellier too… and also, it’s been a beautiful sunny 80° everyday, nothing really Autumny about that).

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I’ll miss the warm weather, of course, but am ready for the wardrobe change. The shorts and whole bare leg thing is beginning to get on my nerves. Plus I bought a really cute pair of shoes in Texas that are clearly made for cooler weather…

And as much as I’ll miss rosé and sipping it outside in the evening with my book propped up to block the setting sun, I’m anxious for evenings cuddled up on the couch, reading in front of the fire with a glass of red instead. It’s just plain cozier. And I’m all about the cozy.

We’re spending Christmas at French Mommy’s this year. I know that’s Winter and not Fall, but I don’t care, I’m looking forward to it. And yes, it’s only October, not even Halloween, and I dared uttered the ‘C’ word, but you know what kids, it’s only 79 days away! (OK, that’s kind of far away, but whatever). Anyway, I’m looking forward to infusing French Mommy’s home with Christmas spirit. You see, we spent Christmas there two years ago, and had a wonderful time, but it wasn’t very Christmasy, you know what I mean? There was a tree and a Christmasy dinner, but it didn’t feel like Christmas. I think it’s because The Husband wasn’t always around that much, and since there weren’t any other children (he’s an only child and only grandchild on that side), somehow the Christmas spirit kind of left the building, and I’ve taken it upon myself to bring it back. Heaven help them.

Even though I’m nowhere near a Starbucks (the nearest one being 93.6km/ 58.2 miles away, door to door), I still love all the fall and Christmas flavors (there I go talking about Christmas again). And in November when I go to Dublin, you better believe I’m heading straight for a Pumpkin Spice latte. I’m just peeved that I might be too early for my favorite, the Gingerbread latte. I can’t drink one without Christmas Carols swimming around in my head (I’m a strange little person, please forgive me).

And a big summer being over bonus… Fifty is keeping his winter coat on, and that means that me and the Dyson, get to spend some time apart. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Dyson, but we really don’t need to spend that much time together. A little time apart is good for any relationship.

It was one crazy, fun-filled, action packed summer and I’m tired. From May 1st, until the second weekend in October (as in this coming weekend when we will be going to Avignon and Montpellier), The Husband and I have only spent five weekends in Le Petit Village just chilling without visitors. We were either there or they were here. And keep in mind that one of those five weekends was the crazy Fête and Brazil Day. So yeah, tons of fun, but exhausting. I’m looking forward to some serious cozy, hermit, hibernating. With lots of red wine.
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