birthday flashback

I'm blowing out the candles because this is a celebration post!

My 20th post of November

HOLLA.

skirt- Vintage, chemise- Maddy.. K, and sandals- old and yellow.

Photos taken by Kylie Monet

As today is the last day of November, I am proud to announce that I this officially marks my twentieth blog of the month. That makes a whole 18 more posts than last month. I know I said everyday, but 20 out of 30 is what? 66.666666%, a solid D. However, I live in France. Therefore, I can submit myself to the french grading scale where a 14 out of 20 is an A+. Merci, la France.

I guess I shouldn't lie about the whole 20 thing. These pictures are remnants of my 20th birthday (that was at the beginning of October). I don't think I posted on my birthday, because I happened to be under the influence of the stomach flu. With that said, I did manage to slip into this bright orange and green ensemble and it did make me feel a little bit better as did the giant french feast I consumed. Now, in the midst of winter, it serves as a nice flashback to sunnier days and exposed limbs. Even though it's freezing outside, hopefully this outfit made you feel a little warmer on the inside. Although, I'm sure you are probably reading this post with the heat turned on high while sipping a Starbucks gingerbread latte and listening to Nat King Cole's Christmas album. Oh December, get at me.

diy half moon manicure

Do It Yourself (DIY): Half moon manicure

Because I got sOooOoOoOo many comments on this post asking how to do the half moon manicure. I figured I would grant all of the requests and teach you how to do it yourself! Just another a small glimpse of my talents, specifically nail art. Get into it:

1. Paint your nails a color, any color.

2. Find a crossword puzzle book to put your hand in.

3. Place semi-circle stickers on the bottom half of your nail, adjusting to whatever size half-moon you want.

4. Choose another color and paint your nails like a 1st grader, who hasn't quite figured out how to color inside the lines. At this point, I would suggest taking your hand out of the crossword puzzle book, unless you want your nails to look like the above picture.

5. Peel off stickers and unveil a beautiful two toned nail.

6. Keep admiring your newfound nail art talents while posing with a book of crossword puzzles.

7. When all your friends start admiring your nail art talents, make sure to slyly let them know Noe Connaît taught you everything you know and showed you the fun and easy way to Half-moon magic.

jared's trousers

These were my brother's trousers. He used to work at Disneyland and these were a part of his uniform. Yes, he never gave the uniform back. So, I stole them and I love them.

My photographer made me sit on this wall.

The things I do for blog photos. I must really like you guys.

I was scared.

Do you see that drop? This is my "I'm so scared, I'm going to fall off this wall, it smells like pee smile."

Jared's Disneyland trousers, vintage cheetah top, vintage button up, Kylie's mom's sweater, and Guess heels:

My toes were cold.

Photos taken by Kylie Monet

The moral of this story is to conquer your fears, wear things you would never think of wearing, and steal from your brother, especially if he worked at Disneyland. À demain!

thanksgiving en français

Do yourself a favor- click play while you read this post and be thankful that I gave you the gift of the one and only Thanksgiving song on the earth:

If you think I ate something even remotely close to the deliciousness of this turkey tonight, you're seriously disturbed. Things this majestic don't exist in France. This is the dirty bird of the lady pictured below:

First Thanksgiving in 20 years without these two fools. I love you guys and miss your guts.

La père de Noelle. This is not a joke. He got tired of waiting and decided to sit at the Thanksgiving table alone until someone would serve him. This is one of my favorite pictures of all time. I miss your crazy Thanksgiving antics. I love you,

Father Christmas.

Of course, I miss pumpkin pie the mostest. Oh, why don't you exist in France, you sweet, creamy, delicious, orange-ish brown concoction of angel babies and pots of gold at the end of rainbows? Come back to me pie, come back.