Outfit Post: Rainy Day


I’ve been frantically typing, typing, typing to finish last minute edits on Nightingale all week, which means I’ve been skipping all the fun afternoon activities (Paris Sewer Museum, anyone?) and only emerge from my apartment for meals. Bug is going to do a post for me later this week on Le Grand Metro Ride, the Sewer Museum, and the Notre Dame bell tower, but until then all I’ve got is an outfit post.

Today’s look was inspired by this pin on Pintrest:

This is what I pulled together from my closet. Pretty close, right?

The outfit:

Dress: Zara

Sweater: Zara

Belt: Banana Republic

Boots: Repetto

Necklace: Banana Republic

Bracelet: Dawali; Blue Rebel nail polish from Chanel.

Leggings: Wolford Velvet de Luxe 50 in Admiral

The Schedule:

8:30am – Roll out of bed

10am – Tidy up house, take a shower, mess around online after Bug and the boys leave for Notre Dame.

11am – Start trying to write the Nightingale dedication and acknowledgement pages.

11:30am – Stare out window, make new playlist, read the news.

12:15pm – Bug and the boys arrive home, frozen and hungry.

12:30pm – Head out to lunch. Tried a Japanese place near our apartment. Super good. Must find the name.

2pm- Drop boys off at home. Bug and I stroll down the street and do a little shopping.

3pm – Return home while Bug does the grocery shopping. Get the boys started on their Anne Frank reports. The Colonel decides he’s going to draw pictures of Napoleon getting “beat by the Russian Team,” followed shortly by, “Marie Antoinette being guillotined.” Consider if this means I’m raising a sociopath. Decide he’s just a fan of history.

4pm -5:30pm – Bug and I try to nail down where we’re going next week. The East Coast is becoming more and more likely, although London is still in the running.

6:30pm –  A home cooked dinner, prepared in our mini-kitchen by Bug. Steak haché for two boys, rostisserie chicken for the adults, and a falafel sandwich from the corner shop for Pudge.

8pm – Bedtime for the boys.

Rest of the evening – probably drinks across the street then a movie at home.

And just because I think he’s adorable, here’s The Colonel. He’s taken to dressing French and insists on wearing scarves, button-up shirts and “fancy” clothes.

The Colonel before our front door. Dapper, isn’t he?




Back in February, I promised Pudge a trip to Paris this fall along with a side trip to Amsterdam to see the Anne Frank house. At the time, I didn’t know we’d be living in Paris, so I planned it into his home school curriculum.

Things have worked out a little differently, but last Tuesday, Bug and I packed up the boys for an overnight to Amsterdam. We took a 2pm train for Gare du Nord and arrived around 5:30. After dropping our things off at the Pulitzer Hotel, we walked a block along the canal to the The Anne Frank house. We’d been warned of the long lines at the house, so we reserved tickets for 7pm, but to our surprise, no one was there. We had the Annex pretty much to ourselves.

Anne Frank House

One of my requirements for the trip was that both Pudge and The Fox had to read The Diary of Anne Frank. As we walked through the house, The Fox studied every photograph and told us about the fates of each person. He gave us little details from the book, wanted to see and touch everything. Pudge was more quiet, and kept asking, “How did they manage to hide here for so long? Who turned them in? Why would someone do that?”

A few meters from the house stands a huge church with a bell tower that tolls every hour. Just outside the front door, a busy canal bustles with activity. All around the house, life rushes past, noisy and boisterous. But up there, in the Annex, there was no daylight. No noise. It was living life as a ghost.

I can’t even imagine. I just can’t.

Church bell tower near the Anne Frank House

After leaving, we had a traditional Dutch dinner. Pudge and I were thrilled to see several vegetarian options (something Paris lacks). Because it was nearly ten when we finished eating, Bug and I dropped the boys off at their room instead of trying to do more sightseeing. I was nervous about leaving the three of them in a room across the hall, but they went right to sleep and played quietly the next morning until Bug went to get them.

The Colonel wanted a kiss but made this face when he got one. (tie-neck blouse: Ted Baker; on the Colonel: Crew cuts pull-over)

The next day, we rented bikes and peddled around Amsterdam. I have never, ever seen bike culture like in Amsterdam. No one wore helmets despite the thick throng of bikes, Vespas, pedestrians, and cars. Half the time, I couldn’t figure out if I was supposed to blow through an intersection, pause, follow car rules, or what. I think the other bikers hated us and our confusion, but we had fun.

It was the first time Bug’s been on a two-wheel vehicle since his accident and he was hands-shaking nervous. But he swallowed his fear and rented a cart-bike to peddle the two youngest boys around. After about ten minutes, he was riding like a pro and we were all very proud of him!

A bike chariot for our broken arm Fox.

We biked to the Van Gogh museum since Pudge loves Van Gogh. Unfortunately, the lines were crazy and they don’t pre-sale tickets, so we skipped it. However, we did see this:

The boys thought these were real at first!

Amsterdam really is a biker’s paradise. We followed a bike path to Vondelpark and took a little break so the boys could climb trees and run around. One thing Bug and I loved about Amsterdam is how relaxed it is. After being in formal Paris for a few months, being in Amsterdam was a lot like ending up in a favorite auntie’s home – comfortable, warm, and lots of fun.

Pudge and me taking a break from biking in Vondelpark (On Pudge: Gap Skinny Khakis, Alelier Privé shirt, Converse; On me: Demi-rise skinny Levi’s, Banana Republic Heritage Collection brown leather jacket, Repetto boots, Prada sunglasses)

We all loved the canals and boats and flowers and bridges. There is a gorgeous view around every corner.

Notice all the bikes parked behind me.
The picture I was taking in the previous photo

I have to leave France on Sept. 20th to not run afoul of immigration laws. My friends keep telling me to pop over to the UK, get a stamp, and re-enter France, but since Bug has time before starting his new job, we’re playing with the idea of traveling more. For the first time in years, we’re free to go and do whatever we want. No jobs, no school calendar, no expectations. We don’t know where we’re going to end up, but I’m looking forward to the adventure.