Saturday, October 12, 2013

You Got What I Eat.

One minute I'm making pretty girlie dresses for Mena and the next minute I'm sewing Snoop [Lion] custom chefs coats. I love it. Keeps things interesting. This commercial was really fun to style, mostly because we got to bedazzle the shit out of Larry King.  I'm still finding red rhinestones all over the floor.



Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread

Spotted in the South of France: A babe wearing a kaleidoscope print Mena dress. 
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It was said with much earnestness, while vacationing in Provence; that the best thing since sliced bread is unsliced bread.
How and when did sliced bread set the bar for greatness? Those gummy tasteless loaves....?

A crusty chunk ripped from a still warm baguette, spread with fig jam and topped with gooey camembert is simply perfection.


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"How provincial" we snickered as we eagerly tucked in to our bread/cheese/wine lunch for the 3rd/4th/5th day in a row. hahaha...


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The only thing that made the bread tastier was acquiring it. Biking down the one lane road from our cottage to the nearby medieval village took you on a journey through lavender scented fields dotted with grazing goats in snowey white coats.


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 At the Boulangerie in the sleepy village of Meyrargues I was able to use my rudimentary french. "Rustic" I like to call it. 
"Je voudrais trois baguettes, un pain au chocolat√©, et deux palmiers, s'il vous plais." 
It is very telling that the extent of my french involves baked goods. 


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With my still warm purchases in a knapsack slung over my shoulder I would ride home; the hilltop castle that stands sentry over the village growing ever distant. I confess I was tempted to stop at one of the numerous bridges, swing my feet over the cool creek and start munching. No one knew what I purchased so none would be missed....but I resisted. 



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I think that's what I appreciated the most about my trip. How magical the mundane day to day activities were. I bike to the grocery store often at home but in Provence it was elevated to an absolute fairy tale.




Who needs to lug around a big camera anymore when you have an iPhone?.  Thanks for sharing my trip with me. instagram at misty_menaberry ~XOXO