Today’s outfit is a mix of old and new. While in Paris, Bug and I replaced pretty much my entire wardrobe from shoes, to undies, to clothes and jewelry. Partly because none of it fit me any longer, and partly because I had this intense need to scrub everything from the past from my life. When I arrived home, I filled 6 garbage bags with clothes and donated them, leaving just a handful of things from before my life imploded.
Since it’s foggy and damp, I’ve returned to my typical way of dressing: layers, scarves, and boots. I wanted something casual for my hair today and originally did beachy waves, but it looked too fussy with my scarf. Instead, I pinned two messy side buns. It looks polished from the front, but a mess from the back. What do you think?
Long Sleeve T-shirt: Hakai
Skirt: Gray cord from Banana Republic (this is one of my old items. It’s way too big, but I love it.)
Ever hear the one about the man who needed to fax something but couldn’t find an internet cafe near his wife’s therapist so he booked a room on the Champs Elysee JUST TO USE THE BUSINESS CENTER since it was for guests only?
Yeah. That would be my husband.
In all fairness, I wasn’t feeling well after our appointment and the thought of not having to stand on the Metro for twenty minutes appealed to me. Plus, Bug had errands in that neighborhood later in the day, so in a not-so-sensical way, it made sense to just stay in a hotel for the night.
However, we had no clothes or toiletries and I think the staff thought we were either 1. Insane; or 2. Illicit lovers. They kept giving me knowing smiles and laughing at us. The business center host, upon seeing us return after she shoo’d us away because we weren’t guests, actually stared at Bug slack jawed when he flashed her the room key. So, yes, it was slightly insane, but Bug was able to fax his forms and I got to watch the cringe-worthy Young Adult on pay-per-view while he was out. Even better, he returned with macarons for me, so all-in-all, it was a win 😀
Today, instead of going straight home, we meandered around satisfying our mutual love of jewelry and watches. Dear God, where has the Rue de la Paix been all my life? Seriously, Panerai, Van Clef & Arpels, Tiffany, Cartier…it was sparkly sensory overload, but I somehow managed to get through it and pick out a ring I loved. Only problem is that it has to be shipped from Germany or something because no one in France carries the size or color I want.
As we wandered around, I became more aware that I had lived in this dress for about thirty-six hours and quite possibly smelled terrible despite showering. Plus, at this point, the dress may have very well been able to walk around on its own. Still, for a 7 euro H&M dress, I have to say, it held up very well. Didn’t bag out or lose its shape.
And because it’s awesome: A giant macaron.
Tomorrow, I think I may drag Bug on a tour of the Opera or the Catacombs since I need to do a little research for my next book. Good money he picks the Opera 😀
For those that don’t know, July in France means one important thing: Sale Season. Twice a year, the entire country hosts sales for a month. During this time, you can find amazing deals – and since Bug and I love to shop, it’s been like dropping two drug addicts off in the middle of crack den.
Yesterday, I met my friend Veronica for early afternoon drinks while Bug took a little down time. Being here has been good for him, and I’ve actually seen him smile for the first time in probably eight months. No more mean, scowling pictures posted on Instagram or Facebook, but real, genuine smiles. And laughter. I haven’t heard my husband laugh in months. Someday, when I have more clarity, I’ll tell you the story of what’s happened to us since his accident nearly two years ago, but for now, I’m thrilled I can say that he’s slowly climbing out of his depression and fog, and getting the help he needs here in Paris.
While I was out, he texted to say he’d bought me a surprise. I was pretty sure I knew what it was, because the morning he arrived, he mentioned a dress he saw on the way from the Metro to the apartment that remind him of me. And I knew the exact dress because it had caught my eye. So when I returned home, he had this waiting for me:
And then I took myself out for a little more shopping and came home with these:
Really, today was mostly shopping and eating and talking. Nothing too exciting.
But to all the friends and family who have reached out to me over the past several months, concerned about Bug and his behavior, worried about the state of his erratic mind and my well-being, thank you. Things are going to get better. They already are.