So a few weeks ago, we went to Paris. Which is less extravagant than it sounds when you live in London, since it's just a handful of hours away on a train. Victor's mother and aunt were visiting us, and neither of them had ever been to Paris. So we wanted to make the visit special for them. And they loved ever minute - my mother-in-law was initially refusing to go into "stupid churches", but guess who we found lining up to get into Notre Dame?
By the way - I feel like I should be apologising for my shoes. Except I shouldn't, because when you're walking all over Paris with Victor in charge, you wear trainers or you DIE. At least the trainers match my nails and lipstick... I planned it that way, swearsies... I actually would have felt like quite the fashionista posing there right opposite the Louvre with my leopard coat draped over my shoulders if not for those damn shoes, but oh well. C'est la vie.
One of the many reasons Paris is awesome is this one: It has a Sephora on practically every major street corner. Hence me posing with a Sephora bag, because the first one I saw, I dived right into and replenished all my depleted stocks of eyeshadow, lipstick and mascara - I even picked up some new colours! There are no Sephoras in the UK. At all. And their own-brand makeup is one of my favourite things ever, next to bunnies and melon-pan and Victor. Even if he does tend to walk your arse off on holidays. So yes - day one: Sephora and the Louvre. In that order. I have my priorities!