Keeping In the loop.

Firstly I'm sorry for being off the blogging radar for a while. It's shameful really, I feel neglectful and I can only apologise. 

Secondly I'm back in Paris and have been for just under a week now. Despite the weather teasing everyone in the city with glimpses of glorious sunshine, we have sadly gone back to moody grey days with arctic climates. WHEN WILL THIS WINTER END?!?!

So on Thursday I went to a fashion event that blogger Frassy organised for Karen Millen. It was such a great evening with gorgeous clothes on the rails, a bottle throwing cocktail concocter and utterly lovely company. 

In other exciting news, I got post the other day from the goddess that is my mother, She even included some sweet treats to keep me sane during these freezing conditions. 

I promise to keep you more in the loop as of now. 

The sweet life.

Ok so I wouldn't call myself an expert in any way shape or form, however I am rather an avid fan of a pick and mix. Now I'm not one to be fussy but when it comes down to a rock solid milk bottle or a slightly stale tasting foamy shrimp, I have to draw the line.

For an ideal pick and mix you want just the right texture of sweet as well as a burst of flavour to satisfy those taste buds. Another element key to the pick and mix procedure is the right equipment, by this I mean your scooping instrument as well as the container that the sweets are kept. As a personal preference I'd choose a scoop every time rather than the tongs as they can sometimes puncture and damage your desired confectionary leaving them in a state of distress. This problem should be avoided especially when dealing with jelly babies or anything else with a face, it could be seen as cruel otherwise. As far as the container is concerned, you want something that's manageable to open with one hand, as the other will be indeed balancing a bag of already chosen sweets as well as the desired scooping equipment. The last thing you want is to be trying to flip a lid, ready to delve into a ball pit of strawberry bonbons only to have the issue of clumsily juggling between scoop, lid and bag. Not a pretty sight and believe me I've been there.

And finally, when you come to pay for your pastel coloured bag of sweetness, don't be too shocked, horrified, questioning about the price, I'm afraid it's a sacrifice pick and mix supporters have to pay, literally. We pay for the privildge to choose our own wonderful combinations of candy delights and personally it's totally worth it.

P.s. Remember it's always important to brush one's teeth after consuming the entirety of your pick and mix. Cavities aren't cool. Oh and don't forget to floss as apparently life expectancy can be improved by flossing. Who knew?! 

Chez Moi.

Currently, I am en Angleterre as one would say. Apologies for the trans-channel lingo, It's not funny or clever but it certainly is catchy. Anyway, being on home turf certainly is blissful. For one thing, meals are provided for you, as in they are actually cooked in an actual oven and placed lovingly in front of you. Trust me, it's what dreams are made of.

The other thing that brings me a sense of homeliness is looking outside my bedroom window and seeing the England's pleasant pastures whilst humming along to a chorus of Jerusalem. I haven't actually ever done that but isn't that an absolute belter of a hymn? These rolling hills are such a welcoming sight compared to the concreted mishmash of high rises that greets me every morning in Paris.

Now I know I'm going slightly off track and not sticking to my "City Sights" but there's something to be said for making comparisons.

Here are some of the happenings of home time.

 white wine spritzer and uno.

 http://www.objectsofuse.com/shop a must see if ever in the Oxford area. 

 Rainbow and falafel salads. 

 Isn't she purdy?

One perfect pancake. 

"What if the Hokey Cokey IS really what it's all about?"

So, second post and still going strong. Phew. The above quote doesn't serve any particular relevance, but I'd say it's hard to find someone who hasn't enjoyed a bit of the Hokey Cokey. Am I right?

Anyway, as of late (being the last couple of days) I have been rather missing Paris. I'm one of those very privileged people that can call the uber cosmopolitan capital home. The majority of the time I am proud of this fact; when the sun shines over the esplanade outside Invalides, when gazing at the glittering Eiffel Tower or even when catching a smile from an ancient looking, beret wearing pétanque player. All these sights are pinch-me-I-must-be-dreaming-moments for me, however when there are ups, evidently there must be downs. I won't dwell on the negative right now as I'd say my mood rating is pretty high, maybe a 7.5-8 and so elaborating further would surely quash this positivity.

So far I have resided in Paris for the best part of 5 months and it's crazy to think back to when I first arrived. Terrified beyond description, excited and just plain overwhelmed. It felt like a a swarm of oversized butterflies were permanentlyin the pit of my stomach, however I now feel slightly more at one with the city despite having the odd moment when I have to question what on earth am I doing here?! I've given some thought to this answer and I think it comes down to a combination of complete curiosity for a somewhat bizarre culture, a need to escape the bubble that is school life and to live in a city where the best macaroons are right on your doorstep.

These are just a small sample of sights that I'm lucky enough to see on a daily basis. Not too shabby hey?

Well hello there. I have officially decided to enter the blogging cosmos and use this space as a place to offload my thoughts and other general wafflings. Here is a picturesque view to gladden the spirits.