It's Me, Sara Louise

++ Spring is breathing down our neck here in the warmest of sunny ways and I couldn’t be more delighted. Sunny, spring days mean the end to this, the most dull and boring time in The LPV (nothing is happening people, nothing at all, it’s very boring). It’s like everyone is hibernating, resting for BBQ season. Well not me, I’m preparing… preparing by buying these sparkly pink pumps.

{forever 21}

++ And with that declaration of spring’s imminent arrival, how the in the name of St. Patrick is it the middle of March already?! I feel like December was only yesterday and I was waiting for my mother to arrive for Christmas. Now the holidays are but a distant memory and La Petite’s birthday and my wedding anniversary are right around the corner.

++ With birthdays and anniversaries only a few days away, time is going to do that super speedy up thing, when one booked weekend flows into the next and we blink and it’s summer. Mark my words, with upcoming trips to Auvergne (to visit French Nana), Marseille (for a very important Rugby match), Dublin (for another very important rugby match and some family and friend fun time), and the Gypsy’s Pilgrimage in Les Saintes Maries de la Mer (my gypsy dreams are finally coming true), in a couple of months time, I’ll be back here going on and on about how I can’t believe it’s almost summer time. Because yeah, I’m that predictable.

++ To combat the incredible dullness that has been life in Le Petit Village lately, I’ve journeyed back in time to the late 90’s with Felicity marathons. For reasons unknown to me, I didn’t watch Felicity back in the day (there must have been something I liked more on at the same time), so I’m enjoying catching up on Felicity effing up her love life, episode after episode and basking in the pre-21st century nostalgia. Well I was anyway, until I let my curiosity get the better of me and I googled the series overview and found out about that time travel malarkey that happens in the end. WHAT IS THAT ALL ABOUT?! So now my Felicity marathons are on hiatus, but that’s OK, because I’m getting my Keri Russell fix via The Americans.

++ Speaking of Russia… my friend Gayle sent me an American care package for my birthday which included a Starbucks mug from Alaska to add to my collection. (If you’re wondering how I got from The Americans to this, it’s because The Americans is about Russians, and Russia is next to Alaska, and that’s how my brain works). I think my Alaska mug is my most random Starbucks mug yet, next to my Bucharest one anyway, and it’s kind of cool, because Alaska and Bucharest are two places that are so far apart, they end up being not that far apart. Get it? Please just go with me on this one.

++ Mrs. London’s mother’s precious cat, Salem, passed away last weekend and my heart is breaking for her. Saying goodbye to a friend (furry friends are no less friends than non-furry ones) is not an easy task. In an attempt to cheer her up, I’ve offered to send over Fifty or even The Husband as a distraction. But thinking about it now, I should send over one of the cats that hang out behind my house instead. (It’s where they like to wage their cat gang war. It’s like the Bloods and Crips back there.)

{Pick one Maggie}

++ Nothing to do with cats whatsoever, but did you know that I have a giveaway going on at the moment? Well I do and it’s awesome. Contest closes when the clock strikes midnight tonight, click here to enter.

bisou