Well that's that.
I'm back home from the Aix TGV station where I've left my mother and Godmother on the 7:30am North to Paris where they'll hop their flight to NYC.
The staycation is offically over.
I had great plans for today. Plans like beginning to tell you about what I've been up to these past couple of weeks, but honestly, that's just not going to happen. My house has been turned upside down and needs to be put back together before I can even begin to think about forming proper sentences (much less sentences that can entertain the discerning readers of Sara in Le Petit Village... you're a highfalutin lot). And I think I need to spend sometime detoxing after eating and drinking my way around Provence.
I'd really like to keep that door shut for a few more years.
Basically I'm just popping into say hi. I'm still alive.
Oh and that foxy purse above was bought from my shopbop winnings. I felt like showing it off.
Sometimes a girl has to get a little foxy.