Happy Bastille Day Y’all!
When I was a little girl I went around telling my friends –in naturally important tones– that in France they had fireworks on my birthday and alluded to the possibility that I was some sort of very important personage who might have been brought to live in America until one day I could regain my rightful place in French aristocracy.
Later I was disappointed to find out that it is far more likely that our beloved Frogophones are celebrating Bastille Day (which I SUPPOSE is MAYBE a little more important than my birthday) and NOT the hatching of a young woman who –if the Good Lord ever decides to provide her with a suitably ruinous divorce settlement– would do her best to singlehandedly support the French economy, one 90cm square of silk at a time.
Hmph.
To celebrate the first of what I’m sure will be many times I’m turning 29 I am going to wear head-to-toe French designers, eat as much chocolate mousse as I can decently shove down my gullet and then buy myself a new carré foulard because if I’m going to die old and alone with my dessicated ovaries rattling around in my abdomen like maracas, I’m damn well going to do it in Hermès.
Brilliant! I love your writing style.
Happy Birthday, Plumcake!!
Miss Laura: I second that!
Happy birthday! It’s my birthday too!
Happy Birthday, Plumcake!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Love the Hermes- eat mousse, drink Champagne and find thee a hot French Stud
On lying about your age-
Heres a little trick I learned, if people who have no business knowing have the audacity to ask you how old you are, add ten years to your age- I am 35, I look about 25, and when people ask me how old I am I simply say 45- I almost always get a “Damn You Look Good”
Think about it, if you are 40 and telling people you are 25, people will wonder what wretched thing you did to look so old, but if you are 40 and tell people you are 50, they will want to know your secrets.
Or just be happy and strong in your skin….
Happy Birthday, Plumcake! We are waiting for our tax rebate check to purchase our first Hermes: where is the damn thing, anyway? We are so excited, and especially liked the first scarf pictured.
Have an extra glass of champagne for the 29th.
Happy Birthday, Plumcake!
29? *gasp* But you write so young! LOL. Best of wishes on a happy Bastille/Birthday and may you have Hermes coming out of your ears.
GOSH those scarves are stunning.
Vroom, vroom, my dear. Vroom, vroom.
Let’s have a party with some birthday gin.
I’m voting for the hunting scarf. The blue matches your (forever young and sparkling) eyes. Happy birthday, dear one.
I was in France last year for the holiday, what a blast!
Party hard, Plumcake! Love your scarves.
As Bette Davis once said “There comes a time in every woman’s life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.” Turning 29 (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) is one of those times. Drink deeply and often. Happy birthday Plumcake!!
Happy birthday, Plumcake! The sentiment, while late, comes with extra chocolate mousse to make up for it. Long may you wave!
A very happy birthday, Plumcake! May it be a year full of French designers, all on sale, just for you!
Oh, j’aime bien le troisiemme carre foulard. Tres mignon! Et bon anniversaire!
Hello!,
Good day!,