It's Me, Sara Louise

Here’s Gregory and I in French Nana’s bar. I like this one because Gregory’s eyes are sky blue in it. Obviously they’re blue in real life but they rarely look this blue. 

Gregory moved out of his mother’s house to start boarding school when he was only eleven years old, and when he finished school, he came down here to Provence so he never lived in his childhood bedroom again. For some reason French Maman has kept Gregory’s room as it was when he left at eleven, that means toy cars and stuffed animals. This amuses me to no end.  

Me celebrating my birthday for the first time in France. This is at Papa’s house, Papa’s Wife had given me a cheese board and a large bowl for serving pasta (of course the presents were from Papa as well but I know that he had absolutely zero input in picking them out). Those jeans I’m wearing in the photo were my favorite ever. They stopped fitting me about ten months after I moved to The LPV. Moving to France will do that to you. 

Nothing makes Fifty look more pathetic than bath time. 

Look how young Child Bride looks in this photo! Heck, I even look young, but she looks like a bitty baby. Only a year after this photo was taken she was an old married lady and La Petite was well on her way.  

Baby Cousin’s shop in Avignon (which launched it’s online shopping site yesterday). Or more specifically, Gregory’s kicks next to the comic book decoupaged counter, Baby Cousin and his boom box, and the counter top that Gregory shattered after leaning on it. 

This is the super trendy restaurant next to Baby Cousin’s shop that I used to escape to for a glass of wine. It’s closed now. That makes me sad. 

And this is just a big ol’ scoop of crazy with a capitol K – R A Z Y.