My birthday week continued with gifts from the boyfriend.
I’m a lucky girl.
Even my free birthday gift at Sephora was good.
I’m really feeling good about this year. I’ve already had so many blessings.
I was explaining to the ladies at the club last night (thank heavens for the resumption of kids’ badminton lessons – it civilizes my week) that as part of my New Year’s resolution to be more irie, I have decided to become french.
When pressed for details, I explained that I’ve been reading all if these How to Live Like a French Woman books.
I shared that I plan to live in 20 pieces of mostly black clothing, drink wine, channel Clemence Poesy and eat a lot of roasted chicken.
“You realize nobody in Paris really lives like that,” stated my friend, the World Citizen, in her hybrid American/British/Dutch accent.
I don’t care. I’m going to live like a fictional french woman. I’m going to have a low quantity, high quality wardrobe. I’m going to walk more, shop locally, and spend my money on daily luxuries like coffee, bread and flowers. I’ll surround myself with interesting people and witty conversation. In Oakville.
A year ago, I didn’t know if one could have this lifestyle here. It is the land of 10,000 square foot homes, full-sized Range Rovers, Big Box stores and long commutes. It’s like Texas: everything is big here. My children used to ask me if we were poor because our 1920s home is less than 1500 square feet.
Oakville is casual and sporty. Everyone skis and plays hockey and tennis. Whereas in the city I had a number of friends with Escada on speed dial and people shopped at little ateliers, the uniform here tends to involve yoga pants. To wit, there are 4 yoga clothing shops on our tiny Main Street. Part of embracing my inner french woman means that unless a Sarah Ivanhoe DVD is playing, I must step away from the Lululemon. Happily Eric Bompard, Everlane and Brora (thanks to DaniBP for getting me onto this gem) deliver.
The food situation is highly conducive to french living. I can easily walk to Whole Foods and walk to a fruit market, fish market, butcher, and bakery. There is a french bakery in town, Patisserie d’Or, which is pretty fantastic. Some people on Chowhound claim they have the best croissants in the GTA. Now how about them apples? (Or should I say les pommes….)
Since I live in the smallest house in town, it’s pretty easy to be disciplined about the wardrobe situation. I’ve chosen my edited winter wardrobe including sweaters and shoes.
I’m already being more creative by digging into my collection of scarves.
I will need to find a source for my favourite tea, Mariage Freres’ Wedding Imperial.
And start cooking some new dishes.
But I’ve found a source of Myrtle topiaries.