At first I blamed the sudden interest in skirts and dresses on the ridiculously hot summer we've been having here in the NorthEast. 107 degrees + humidity anyone? Yeah, me either. But, if I'm to be honest, I'm a tried and true New Yorker. I've been wearing jeans and tees through some of the hottest months without a thought. They say your tastes change as you age (can we find another way to say that, I feel like a reference to cheese or something), but I didn't expect this. Now don't get me wrong, I won't be picking up a french poodle anytime soon but I really like this sudden embrace of le femme. In the wardrobe it's translated to figure skimming dresses, and at home I'm suddenly drawn to wallpaper, less severe lines, and French Provincial. French Povincial people! Me!?! If the new me were a couch it would have a sophisticated curvy frame and be upholstered in a simple white linen. I can live with that.
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