parisian print

It's true that the print on this dress features The Eiffel Tower.

It's also true that I am a little bit in love with it.

(Courtesy of Modcloth. Surprise, surprise).

the weekend

I spent last night with a chocolate cake and lovely, like-minded friends.*

And on the way home this morning I recognised buildings I had not before seen - large, dirty buildings that crowded, tall, over the high street - and a donkey with a magpie resting atop his head. (This is the perfect example of juxtaposing routes I take between city and home).

I am beginning to open my eyes a lot more.

And I thank you and you and you for that.

But especially you.

And in case you didn't know, I have a penchant for red shoes and very irrelevant anecdotes.

But what are your favourite things?

*We are those that prefer quaint little tea-parties in porcelain cups to a loud, rushing night out.

stumbling

Today I stumbled across this in the few minutes I stole to browse the web. What a happy find! With mesmerizing and emotive prose, Zadie Smith is one of my favourite authors. I urge you to read White Teeth (a beautiful, beautiful début) and On Beauty (her most recent novel).

And in a horribly, horribly bubble of shameless self-promotion, here is a review I wrote of another of my favourite books, The Turn Of The Screw (Henry James).

And if anyone has read any of these, what are your thoughts?