It's Me, Sara Louise

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++ Remember when I didn’t bring my camera to La Petite’s Baptême? Well looky here, I managed to score this one photo. For the record, neither I, nor Papa’s Wife have any idea what the thing on La Petite’s head was all about. That was all Child Bride

++ Friday night I had a dinner date with Papa’s Wife. It should have been with Gregory and Papa too but they were MIA (at Le Petit Bar with Brother-in-Law, The Farmer, and Honey Jr). But without the men hogging the conversation, I got to learn all sorts of nifty things about Papa’s Wife. For example, she was born in Casablanca. Casablanca! Who knew? (not me obviously) A little tidbit about her that maybe I’d never find out with the other two chatterboxes there. Plus, we had all of the Caprese Salad to ourselves. It was a win win.

++ A teeny tiny mouse scurried across my living room floor the other morning totally freaking me out. But while I was freaking out, Fifty was scared witless and hiding under the stairs. That’s right, he was hiding. So I got to shoo the mouse out of the house by myself, without any help from him. Have you ever seen a 70lb dog hiding from a mouse? Well if you haven’t, I can assure you, it’s quite embarrassing.

++ Saturday I met Mrs. London in Aix for our usual Rosé sipping and Zara shopping. It also happened to be the very last day of  L E S  S O L D E S  so it would have been rude if I didn’t treat myself to at least a little something, and that little something was this top.

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++ It’s celebration time here at chez nous. Something wonderful has happened. The brilliant blog 52 Martinis hosted a contest where the winner would win €100 for an evening of cocktails. Guess who one… ME! I won! I’m a winner! After a summer speckled with bad juju, winning this contest feels like that silver lining is finally shining through and let me tell you, it feels really good.

++ In a little over five weeks, my mother and three of her friends will be arriving in Provence for a visit. I’ve been busy planning an itinerary wanting to make sure that they get to see everything that they absolutely must see while they’re here (my mother says it’s because I’m anal… thanks Mom). But of course, the must see list is all through my eyes. So what I want to know my friends is this… through your eyes, if you had a week in the south of France, what would your absolute must sees be?

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