Being back in France after almost three month in the tropics was a shocker. That 39 degree temperature swing actually hurt my face and I had to venture out wearing every layer of t-shirt, sweater and hoodie in my bag to search for an affordable coat. I figured I’d only need it for about a month. Six weeks’ tops. But still, in Paris one has to at least try to look reasonably fashionable so it was good old Zara to the rescue.
The winter in flip-flops had Lyla’s toes curled up inside her old smelly runners like a bird gripping it’s perch so we splurged on a nice pair of trendy boots for her. I offered to cut off the tips of her old shoes to make more toe room but that wasn’t a popular idea (eye roll) with the little fashionista. This kind of shopping would never be a big deal at home where we had exotic possessions like closets and regular paycheques. Now each purchase had to be carefully considered and strategized. Do we really need this? Will it fit in your bag? What can you remove from said bag to make room? Can’t you just wear extra socks? We hadn’t worn socks for months either. We were noticing and appreciating the differences. Continue Reading →