It's no secret that Gabe and I like to travel. We dig it. It's our thing. We love new hotels, undiscovered city-streets, little museums and beautiful vistas. But, if there's one thing we've learned about ourselves throughout the miles and boarding calls, it is this: We're not the fancy dining type.
We learned this early on...on our first date, the first day we met, to be exact. We had reservations at a gorgeous Boston restaurant and instead cancelled them in favor of hanging out in our hotel...rockin' sweatpants, plush robes and eating room service. Our self-discovery continued further in Ireland, when we made reservations at our uber classy hotel's restaurant. It was so quiet. And we're not quiet chatters. I dropped my silverware no less than six times. And the food was weird + tiny. We were trying hard to be grown ups, but we wound up wishing we'd driven into town for a greasy pub BLT. I sliced through the awkwardness by challenging him to a silent staring contest. He won, 'cause I have visual ADD.
Anyway, the Paris countdown is at 10. Ten days. And although I'm not looking to hit a five-star restaurant (snore!), I would love to get dressed up for one evening. Even if it's just for a semi-dressy restaurant, some wine and a stroll through a beautiful park...if there's one place on the planet to be overdressed, rock too-tall heels and a glam bag, it's just got to be Paris, right?
I bumped into this vintage sparkly clutch at the thrift store this week...$4. It clearly needed a home, and a space in my ever-growing Paris wardrobe. I'm thinking of pairing it with this dress.
Navy and black can tango together, yes?