Friday, September 21, 2012
French Friday, 65
The weather has warmed back up in Austin, so Monsieur Cupcake and I headed to the pool.
It was bliss; the only other people there were swimming laps. In between dunking our heads underneath the water and throwing the football back and forth -- where I nearly hyperextended my wee little pinkie finger again -- we read in the shade. I'm currently enjoying MFK Fischer's The Gastronomical Me. If you haven't read this lovely collection of essays, I highly recommend you do. I am ready to pack my sweaters and head to Dijon.
As the clock begins to turn from 40 to 41 this weekend, I've re-enlisted my dedication to good skin care. I purchased a red wine enzyme to eliminate the dead skin that creates unlimited dirty pores around my nose and chin, and it's working. My erstwhile dry face is feeling hydrated and CLEAN. We all know the first step to French Chic is a ruthless, basically OCD skin care regimen.
Speaking of OCD, I rearranged the binders in my office bookcase so the edges line up with the shelving. I can't be the only person who does this, am I?
I also picked up the bubbly to take with us to the restaurant on Monday. I love the BYOB restaurants in former dry counties! There's nothing like popping open a can of cold, sparkling nectar. I refer, of course, to the Sofia Coppola to-go-wine: the over 21 juice box.
Have a great weekend!