This blog will document my foray into Parisian society, or at the very least, serve the purpose of an online diary to keep a record of my five years in France with my very own Mr. Big. I have always wanted to start a blog but had absolutely no clue what to write about. What fresh anecdotes could I possibly offer to the world! (By world I mean a small number of readers, and by a small number of readers I mean my mum and dad.. Hi Marg and Paul, call me). A friend at work thought I should write a food blog, but that’s just because I’m constantly coercing her to buy chocolate with me. Not to mention most of my baking involves butter; sugar and chocolate (dirty eating), and I gave myself a bout of salmonella in my university days. While cooking porridge for dinner one night, my next (fleeting) blog idea came to me. A fashion blog! Parfait! Then I caught sight of myself in a t-shirt with coffee spilled down the front, track pants and a topknot. Yeah… probably not in a position to preach.
So that was my sitch, stuck patiently waiting for inspiration . . . until voilà! inspiration arrived
PARISTHETHIRD shall recount my un-glamorous glamorous day-to-day life in Paris, including the moments I’ve said the wrong thing, (in French or in English), relied on my shocking internal GPS, or choked on a croissant.