Let’s Talk About Books, Baby

Let’s talk about you and me. Let’s talk about all the good times and the bad times that will be.

Are those the lyrics? I warn you, I’m notorious for  making up my own words and completely disregarding what lyrically makes sense. So sue me. Or don’t, because I’d rather spend my money on items at Norstrom Rack.

It’s time for…ba-ba-dah-dah…….!!!!

A book update.  So for anyone who is still reading, let’s dish.

  1. Hotel Pastis by Peter Mayle

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I must preface all of these mini-reviews by thanking Bryan’s parents, particularly Mary for lending and recommending several of these to me.  A million thanks!

Why this book isn’t a movie yet, I don’t know. Oh yes, we’re too busy watching Kristin Stewart making the same pathetic face throughout the Twighlight movies…I must have forgotten.  This book tells the story of a man who opens up  a hotel in Provence.  It’s romantic, funny and I’m sure the locals of Provence hate Mr. Mayle for turning their beloved town into a major tourist destination and frequent haunt for thousands of Rick Steves fans.

2. Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl

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Another Mary Nash suggestion. I absolutely adored this book and was genuinely sad when it was over.   The story follows a newbie New-York Times food editor through her first restaurant experiences.  What made this book so much fun was that in order to fool the restaurants into not recognizing her, she wears disguises and takes on different personalities.  She pretends to be everything from an old woman to an eccentric artist to a hot blonde.  If that doesn’t reel you in, surely the descriptions of the meals will.  She reviews Daniel, Le Bernadin and many others that I have only dreamed of dining at.  I highly recommend this one, especially to foodies and will probably read it again and again.

3. Chez Panisse and Alice Waters by Thomas McNamee

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In keeping with the theme of gastro-delight literature, of course I had to read this book.  ‘Twas another jewel which I happily plucked from the shelves of the Nash library.  I have actually eaten at Chez Panisse once, while on a business trip to San Francisco. Although it was lunch and I only had a salad, it was something I’ll never forget.  Chez Panisse is an institution, not only in SF but world-wide and Alice Waters is the person behind the magic.  I am eager to return to Chez Panisse now that I feel I know it so intimately.  I assume this book will do the same to anyone who reads it.

4. The Pact by Jodi Picoult

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I think I’ve now read all of her novels by now.  This one wasn’t my favorite of the bunch, however in congruence with all of her books, it was a gut-wrencher.  A boy and girl fall in love who are next door neighbors. They make a pact to kill themselves one night, however only the girl goes through with it.  So yeah, you can imagine how this book caused my gut be wrenched.

5. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

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Gone Girl was one that Mary gave me to read because her book group had read it.  I found it completely thrilling and despite the crazy nature of the story, I found myself sympathizing with the characters from time to time. After about Chapter One, just stop what you’re doing because you won’t be able to put this down.

6. Kris Jenner and All Things Kardashian by Kris Jenner

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This was a cast-off  destined for Goodwill, when I regretfully pulled it from the bag.  I blame it on being un-employed at the time.

Ahh…Kris Jenner.   I laughed out loud many times through this book.  Sometimes at the heinous writing, or references to her daughters being “smart” or at any number of the times where she unsuccessfully begs  the reader to sympathize with her when she was dripping in diamonds and playing tennis.  Boo hoo, Kris. If I am being harsh, good.  The only salvageable morsel of usefulness came from learning more about the OJ Simpson trial.  Despite those moments, this book would be better served as kindling.

7.  My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult

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In my book (which is worth a read), this Picoult novel rates up there with Nineteen Minutes and A Plain Truth.   That being said, this book is beyond sad. It is totally heartbreaking.  If you’ve recently been dumped or your gerbil has passed away, please don’t pick up this book.  On the other hand, if you want to read a book with amazing characters and a thought-provoking story line on so many levels, than this book is perfect.  I can’t bring myself to watch the movie because I don’t feel like crying that hard all over again. ‘Nuff said.

8. Open House by Elizabeth Berg

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This was another Mary cast-off and the first time I have tried this author.  I found the book to be somewhat slow moving but not terrible.  It is about a woman who is recently divorced with a son and a stack of bills due to her excessive retail-therapy.  I did enjoy the part where she goes to Tiffany’s and drops thousands of dollars on china, I will say.  She  decides to rent out rooms in her house to supplement the mortgage and thus, different characters are introduced.  She gets involved with a new guy, blah blah blah.  This one was just aight for me dog (shoutout to Randy) but I may try something else from this author.

9. Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult

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I had been searching for this book for months at thrift stores,  so I was extremely stoked when my mom scored this at Goodwill.  It’s fairly new and I was beyond excited to read it as I am passionate about the subject-matter.  This book deals with gay rights issues and it also looks at Christianity.  I don’t want to get all political on y’asses but I feel this book (as J.Picoult has a knack for doing) shows both sides of a hot topic very well.  Even though I fall very much on one side of these particular issues, I was impressed with the manner in which they were presented.  Bravo, Jodes.

10. Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult

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Another gut-wrencher here. We face a situation involving  medical ethics when a couple have to decide if they can bring a medical malpractice lawsuit on their best friend who delivered their baby.  The baby was born with a disease which makes her bones super-brittle and break at not much more than a drop of a hat.  Even though they love their kid, they struggle with finances and wonder what may have happened if they knew about her condition before she was born.  Another sad, but very compelling book which made think about the choice that I would make.

11. Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult

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The topic here is religion and one of my favorites…the death penalty.  *I meant to say the topic of the death penalty, not the death penalty itself, you get it.  Basically a convicted criminal wants to donate his heart to his victim’s sister after he gets lethal injection but he can’t because it’s medically impossible.  Dah-Dah-DAHN!! Your average, everyday dilemma obviously.  This one was really thrilling and given my affinity for serial killers, a fast and interesting read.

12. Picture Perfect by Jodi Picoult

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I won’t lie, this is probably my least favorite Picoult novel.  True to form, Ms. Picoult thrills us and educates us.  Honestly, I think I just really hated the main character’s movie-star husband.  He was a tool.  And anyways, she was an archaeologist – what was she doing with a Hollywood d-bag anyway? So basically, she runs away from him to live on an Indian reservation.  Oh yeah, and she is pregnant. I think I just felt so bad for her that it made the book less enjoyable.  I encourage someone I know to read this and help me rationalize my feelings.

13. Breaking the Silence by Diane Chamberlain

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I really like this author.  I think this is the 3rd book I’ve read by her and she is amazing.  This book felt more like a mystery novel than anything but the characters were so amazing and the story, unpredictable.  A woman is searching for answers…her husband kills himself and her young daughter has gone completely mute.  I kind of want to read it again, now that I’m writing about it.  It is that good!

14. Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult

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This book is literally about wolves.  When I saw the cover I thought the wolf thing must be an allegory, or an analogy or whatever the heck that word is, for something else.  Surely, Jodes is referring to the nomadic nature of our protagonist or maybe his deep, acrimonious thoughts.  Not the case. While there is a storyline accompanying the wolf stuff, it’s basically a lot of wolf stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed this book thoroughly.  I guess I also deepened my canine knowledge as well. Never a bad thing.

15. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

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Holy David Copperfield, I loved this book! I picked this up whilst shopping at Costco in Hawaii.  I realized that I hadn’t brought anything to read (the horror) and per Mary’s suggestion, picked this up.  I’m glad I did.  Not usually a sucker for sci-fi or fantasy, this book could have been a huge disaster.  It was quite the opposite for me.  The author combines a compelling storyline of two star-crossed illusionists who are pitted against each other, yet fall in love.  This book captures all the senses.  Appealing to my Moulin Rouge-loving, carnival food-eating self, the author struck a chord with vivid descriptions and a tantalizing love story.  Just read it. You’ll be glad you did.

16. The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin

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I received this one courtesy of my mother, who thoughtfully tucked it in my Christmas stocking.  She fell victim to it’s pretty cover at Costco as many people do.  I’m actually reading this right now and it’s aight.  It’s reminiscent of Downton, which is favorable I guess.  More than anything it makes me pine for more episodes.  I suppose it’s interesting to read about the differences between the English and Americans during those times.  What I’ve learned so far? Not much has changed.

I am forgetting a few other books that may have slipped through the cracks, but I have a feeling you will forgive me. As always, let me know if I’m missing anything great.  I devour books much like I devour fro-yo, voraciously.

An Epic Return

Hey Pop Tarts!

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Macaroons!

Are you sick of pictures from Paris yet? Well too bad!

My, how I’ve missed all twelve of you! I wish I could say that I was sunning myself for 2 months in the south of France, picking up the language and eating croissants while staying alarmingly svelte.  Alas, I have not.  In reality, it’s been a whole lotta Ling Lings from Costco (shout out to Carey), learning scary words like 401(k) and continuing my search for the perfect drugstore mascara.  I thought it was Covergirl Lash Blast.  Turns out it’s not.

Here’s what we’ve missed:

  • I got a job at a financial planning office.
  • Christmas and big number 25 again…for the 4th time.
  • We moved out of Bryan’s parents house.
  • Bryan got a job at a bank and has found his true métier.
  • We went to Hawaii. And here are some pictures.

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Classic Gary Danielson Pose

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Let’s move onto the real reason you all are here…the parts where I talk about completely random stuff that’s goin on.

Whilst in Hawaii, namely Maui (and yes, we did think about getting Mauiied so you can all stop wondering) I experienced many new things.  I swam with a turtle. A real, live turtle.  But not just any turtle . This one was massive.  Kindof like the Rock, Hulk Hogan, Khloe Kardashian or my calves.   I’m using the term swim loosely as clearly I cannot.  Allow me to rephrase swim to floated- along-half-way-on-a-boogie-board-with-a-tilted-scuba-mask-draped-over-my-face.  ‘Twas super attractive obviously.  Bryan probably fell so much more in love with me.

I also discovered the majesty that is LUSH.

Face lookin purty bad.

Face lookin purty bad.

I wandered into the Lahaina Lush after gobbling down mac-nut pancakes and inquired about a potion to scumble my slight sunburns.  I ended up with a bath melt and bath bomb which I was super stoked to use in our gigantic jetted tubs at the Westin. Oh law, you shoulda seen these bubbles. Enough to bathe an army. Ew… Or not.  The entire room was redolent with the scent of roses and whatever else made the air smell like majesty.

Another recent obsesh?  Why, Downton Abbey of course! I know like err’one is going insane for this show but I for one, am glad.  If our society started watching more progrums like Downton, we’d be in much better shape.   We would be calling one another “Lord” and “Lady”, we’d change into sparkly clothes for dinner and our ladies maids would do our hair and nurse our babies. Okay, maybe not that last one.

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Aristocratic traditions are my jam right now.  I love all the parietal rules, simplicity and general politeness of it all.  Or maybe I just need to move to England?

In other news, planning our wedding is on the horizon.  I even made a binder, complete with sheet protectors and cupcake-scented dividers.  I’ve started tearing things out of bridal magazines and allowing myself to get excited.   I even took a short trip to Walla Walla last weekend, which is where we’re looking at tying the knot.  I just want it to be completely beautiful, have Ina Garten do the food, get Monique Lhullier to do my dress and hire Martha for all the other “good things”.  Oh and can I please just run to Saks and Bendels to fill my honeymoon trousseau? Good.

Oh and I got to see m’besties the other weekend!  Better than a Dowton marathon with sour patch watermelons and a heating pad.

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I do promise to write more, kitties.  I just have to wait for the mood to strike and Pretty Little Liars better not be on :).

The Sun Will Come Out

Joyeux Noël Chers!

Versailles in the Hall of Mirrors + Too Much Blush

I’ve never been one to sugar-coat. It’s interesting because I love any edible sugar-coated confection. Doughnuts, candy, pecans…you name it. I don’t however, care for information which is coated in sugar. In fact, I despise it. Shoot me straight, I like to say.

Life isn’t always a trip to Baskin Robbins. Sometimes it’s a can of  split pea soup or a day old bagel. Not horrible, but not appetizing either. How do I know this? Well right now Bryan and I are living a lukewarm chili kind of existence. It tastes fine but would be so much better if it were piping hot.

As we continue to patiently wait for the right jobs to come our way, we have (in the spirit of the recent holiday) much to be thankful for. Absolutely wonderful family who keep a roof over our heads, amazingly prepared meals on the table and a television bursting with Netflix, Seahawks football and the Thanksgiving Day Parade. We have people who come over to celebrate our engagement with champagne and pizza. We have brothers and sisters who make us laugh and bottles of wine to ensure a tasty holiday meal.

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Sprinkles Cupcakes!

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While prospects look good and we see employment on the horizon, it’s easy to doubt choices made. The what-ifs creep in and easily cloud any glass half full positivity. Wallowing in doubt and self-pity is not something we’re allowing ourselves to do. Personally, I have employed what I call the “Annie Outlook”.

“When I’m stuck with a day That’s gray, And lonely, I just stick out my chin And Grin, And Say, Oh…

The sun’ll come out Tomorrow So ya gotta hang on ’til tomorrow Come what may

Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya Tomorrow! You’re always A day Away!”

Times They are A’Changin

Bonjour chères!

Sincerest apologies for the absence of my postings. Je suis désolé.

I could lie and say that I have just been too darn busy to write anything. I could say that I have found a fabulous new job and Bryan and I have moved into a beautiful loft in downtown Seattle. Or that we got a teacup yorkie named Dandyrich who we take with us as we stroll the streets of Seattle, sipping cappuccino and buying furniture. This is just not the case.

Its true, Bry and I are still patiently awaiting those perfect jobs. We are hopeful that the old adage, “good things come to those who wait” applies to us and have passed on a few opportunities we felt were not the perfect fit. As we wait, we continue to live at Maison de Nash/Danielson where the hospitality is great, the coffee’s always on and there’s a perky chihuahua with an attitude problem. Bryan continues to study for the CFA Level 2 exam while I have grown obsessed with Gossip Girl and find myself fluffing my hair like Serena Van der Woodsen.  Maybe we should have a reality show, pas?

So there’s the update on the job/home front. It’s not glamorous and is taking longer than either of us hoped but that’s life. And when life feels uncertain sometimes you have to cling on to the things you know for sure. Which brings me to…

We are engaged! We couldn’t be happier, are so excited, blah blah blah.

I will try to spare you all from excessive amounts of sappy, sugary-sweet romance because well, that’s just not us. However I will start off by stating for the record that  I can’t believe I found Bryan and that he actually wants to marry me. It’s pretty glorious.

THE PROPOSAL

Bryan had planned for us to stay one week at his family’s time share in Ocean Shores on the Washington coast, Friday to Friday. I arrived at his parents house in Redmond on Thursday afternoon with plenty of time to hit the grocery store, pack the car and select wine (très important). We had a lovely dinner, compliments of Bryan’s mom and hit the hay early. We woke up on Friday morning, got ready, packed the Jeep and hit the road around 12:30 pm. The ride to Ocean Shores was beautiful and a part of me wanted to take the Forks exit so I could go find Edward and Stella but we pressed on.

We arrived at the house around 4:15 pm and immediately unpacked the car. Bryan seemed a little anxious to get everything done right away so we could go take a walk on the beach. We planned on making pizza that night accompanied by a salad, but alas, we forgot to pack salad dressing. Bryan suggested we jump back in the car right away to procure the dressing, in order to avoid a trip later that night. We ended up finding it at a convenience store right around the corner and were back at the house in no time.

We pulled on our beat-up old sneakers, rolled up our jeans and started the short walk to the beach. Right away, Bryan said he forgot something back at the house and ran back to get it and when he returned, he had his backpack on. I asked him why he needed the backpack but he said he wanted to bring his camera along and didn’t want to risk getting sand in it. Hmmm…

The air was perfumed with salt and as we walked the worn path to the beach, oyster shells crunched beneath our feet. Bryan reminisced stories of his childhood, running along the beach with his brothers, his dog Bailey sniffing at dried up seaweed. It was a gorgeous night and the sun was falling gracefully over the water, the sky lit up with streaks of pink and orange. We took off our shoes by an old piece of driftwood and made our way down to the water feeling the grit of sand between our toes.

Except for a few seagulls, Bryan and I were alone on the beach. As we drew nearer to the water, I heard Bryan say my name from behind me. I spun around to find my handsome, 6’3 hunk of a man down on one knee. For a split second, I thought he was joking as he had teased me by making this motion before (NOT cool if you ask any gal nearing 30). But when he presented a small shiny box, I knew he wasn’t kidding, that his was real. My hands flew to my mouth and I darted off away from him, which is the typical response :). When I circled back in front of him he uttered those four words that I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear. “Will you marry me?” I didn’t look at the ring, I didn’t even really hear the words. I was experiencing a total OOBE (out of body experience). I thought it was happening to someone else. I looked around for the lucky girl to offer my congratulations but quickly realized it was me. Bryan actually brought me back to the beach by saying, “Well?”. I shouted “YES!” and he stood up as he placed the sparkly stone on my finger. We hugged and I just couldn’t stand not to look at his face, as if to check for any sign that this wasn’t real. I made him pinch me, then pinch me again. Then he exclaimed, “We’re gettin married babe!” (in the A-holes voices from SNL) and I held up a firm hand to accept a high five. Nerd alert!

We toasted with champagne which was also in the backpack, took a million pictures and debated which was better for a reception, pancake or spaghetti feed? The night was spent eating pizza, drinking wine and calling our families. Oh, and staring at my ring.

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Now that we are back home, working our full-time jobs of looking for a full-time job it’s finally setting in that I am a fiance. I love that word! Not only because it french and therefore très chic but because it means I get to wear a diamond. Oh, and I love him too ;). We ended up exchanging the ring you see in the photos to make a few small changes and I will have it on Thursday!

I plan on making some changes to my blog in the way of look/feel simply because the tone is different. So keep an eye out for that!
And remember, all you need is love!

Summer Lovin

Hey y’all!

As you may or may not know, Bryan and I leave for Seattle in less than two weeks! Subsequent questions:

Do you guys have jobs?

Not yet, but neither of us are worried about it.

Do you have an apartment/place to live?

We figure it might be best to be employed before getting into a lease. Call us crazy. In the meantime, Bryan’s parents live in Redmond and are graciously offering their home if need be.

What section of Seattle do you plan to live in?

Bryan and I are aiming to keep our commutes to work as small as possible. Therefore, we plan on looking close to our places of employment. However, Queen Anne and West Seattle both seem attractive at this point.

So there you have it! I am overjoyed to start this new chapter of life. I’ll be close to my family again, hopefully continuing a career that makes me happy and of course I’ll have m’shops. Although I will of course miss Jackson Hole, I am taking the best part about it with me – Bryan :).

Enough of this sappiness…onto some adventures in the mountains! Yeehaw!!

In early May, Bryan and I made a bucket list of things we had to do this summer before our big move. I’ve tried my best to capture some of these memories on my camera, but as usual I found myself getting too caught up in the moment to remember to take a picture #mybad.

Here are some summer mems.

Hike to Lake Solitude

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We Made It!

Bryan has taken a few trips up the Grand this summer and most memorably, with his boss Joe, Jeremy and Jeremy’s cousin Sam.

Ascending the Grand

Bryan and Joe on the Summit of the Grand Teton – Elev. 13,770

Reminiscing at Dornans – Joe “Gah! Look at the Grand!”

Pizza at Leek’s in GTNP.

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Hike up Mt.Si in Seattle.

Vampir-ey.

Glowing Hard.

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Hike around String Lake.

Dinner at The Bird after floating with Jeremy and Lorie.

After work swim in Phelp’s Lake

Bryan is the Tiny Dot Standing on the Rock

It’s true, this summer has been totally fab. And although I am looking forward to Nordstrom, seeing my family and of course Red Robin – I will miss the simplicity of Jackson. I will miss the fact that how much you love to ski/hike/cycle etc. is valued over what you look like and the clothes you wear. That being genuine, friendly and caring is more impressive to people than owning an expensive car or having a high-power career. These are the virtues I will carry with me from Jackson Hole. I’m hopeful that no matter how much pressure I feel to look a certain way or earn a certain amount, I’ll have the virtues I’ve learned and can rise above it all.

Farewell, JH. I’ll miss ya.

Hauls, Moroccon Oil and the Pursuit of Luster

Because I aint no haulin-back girrrl!

I’ll begin with a story. Whilst in Europe, Megan and I often times would lay in bed watching YouTube videos until the wee hours of the morning. Call us cray cray, but sometimes we just couldn’t peel our sleepy eyes off that tiny screen. Favorites include anything done by Jenna Marbles, old American Idol performances, Miss Magoo and most recently makeup tutorial and “haul” videos. If you are unsure as to what constitutes a haul video, allow me to deconstruct.

They do not involve a U-Haul, moving or any kind of wheel barrow. These videos involve young women (mostly), showing off what they recently purchased on shopping trips. Haul videos can be comprised of makeup, clothing, home decor, etc and any combination of the like.

Example “Haul” Video. This is Tiffany D and I love her.

The reason I find these videos oddly addicting (along with hundreds of thousands of others, btw) is that I get a big kick outta seeing these gals blow copious amounts of money on makeup, shoes, hair products, clothing and just about everything in between. I happen to fall on the more frugal side when it comes to my personal finances and seeing these girls spend $500 at Ulta on nail polish, well…makes me giggle.

It also makes me want. As I described in this video, I can be somewhat materialistic-ish at times. I’ll admit it. So while I watch these videos, I find myself making small lists of items that strike my fancy. No, I haven’t converted exclusively to YSL and Dior makeup, but I have realized that scraping the bottom of my Wet n Wild bronzer isn’t really that great.

And in light of watching tons of these videos with sister Megan, I decided to throw her a curve ball and make my own. Please don’t judge, this video was made all in fun.

After I made this little video while sitting on the floor in our room amongst laundry and an un-made bed I realized, this was kinda fun! Although I feel semi ridiculous and am a tad embarrassed to admit that I actually liked making the video, I’m going to do just that. I like making these videos, talking to the camera and entertaining my sisters (Megan and Rachel J). So sue me. So I made another “haul” video which is quite long.

Again, please no judgements. I just like talking to my camera ok?!

My most recent beauty obsesh as of late has been my hair, particularly it’s length and luster. I am always growing it out, but alas, it never seems to go much further past my shoulders and lacks shine. After extensive research I have determined this is due to breakage, the fact that I highlight my hair and also my pillowcase. Apparently for long-haired humans, cotton pillowcases rip our hair in the back of our heads when we sleep. A trusted stylist took one look at my hair and told me to buy a satin pillowcase to eliminate this problem.

She also advised me to begin the Moroccan Oil treatment regiment.

The whole Argan Oil treatment has been sweeping the nation and while I had heard of Moroccan Oil I thought it would be too heavy for my fine hair. After I tried it at the salon I knew this stuff was serious. A dime sized amount will spread throughout the whole head and immediately my hair felt better. I opted to go with the small bottle and have only used it once but can already tell a difference. I’m hooked!

So…alot of beauty talk in this post. Sorry bout that. Next time I swear I’ll write about dungarees, piles of dirt and pitchforks ok?

Vegas, Europe and Beyond: Part Trois

Enchanté!

Click here if you’ve missed parts une and deux of this epic adventure or the big news!

Let’s pick up at the start of our amazing trip to Pareeeh! Shall we?

As I mentioned before, our hotel was located in the Marais district of Paris. The Marais district is pretty awesome, boasting tons of great restaurants, art galleries and most importantly – shopping! Since I had done a little shopping in Barcelona, I was already on damage control in Paris. Luckily the prices were so astronomical everywhere we went, I wasn’t too tempted to whip out the euros.

On our first day, we set out in search of Notre Dame which wasn’t too hard since it was just blocks from our hotel!

For those of  you who have been to Paris, you’ve obviously been to Notre Dame so you get it. Totally gorg. Most of the time we were in Paris the weather was drizzly so we had to wear coats 😦 and it totes wrecked Meg and I’s outfit forecasting. We had been saving all the “really good outfits” for Paris but I was too happy just to be there to really mind.

While walking around Notre Dame, I obviously decided it would be a great idea to act like the hunchback. Camera flashes weren’t allowed and Megan was only able to manage one measly, blurry picture before my Dad said someone was going to arrest me. See the slideshow below for the pic.

Next we visited another gorgeous cathedral and the name is escaping me right now. Breathtaking as well. I bought a ceramic unicorn for 7 euro because I got caught up in the moment.

Next up The Louvre! I had just finished the DaVinci Code and was all about the Mona Lisa. I totally wanted to lay on the floor and act like the museum curator from the beginning of the book but I resisted temptation. As many of you know, the Mona Lisa is way smaller than you expect and you can’t really get very close to it. I still enjoyed seeing her as well as many of the other paintings in that wing.

We also saw the Venus De Milo and The Winged Victory of Samothrace.

Then I had a panic attack in The Louvre. I was hot, claustrophobic, there were a million people and I had cotton-mouth. Plus, there’s really no easy way outta that place. At the same time, my Mom had a similar reaction and we both bolted out of there like Brittney from K-Fed. After we had some really expensive coffee and danish from the cafe inside, we were much better.

We left the Louvre and walked along the streets of Paris. We walked over the Love Bridge and it made me really miss Bryan. I wanted to have a lock engraved with our names, fasten it to the bridge, lock it up and throw the key in the Seine. Sooo romantic!

After that we walked along the Champs de Elysee and oogled at the great window displays and high-end shops. We eventually passed a beautiful, huge gold gate with a large line outside. We ventured toward it, thinking it was the entrance to some mansion, museum or gallery. But we were wrong.

It was the entrance to Abercrombie and Fitch.

Apparently A&F is a hot commodity in Paris. We saw women and men sporting the moose everywhere! Men with those horrid tee shirts that have idiotic sayings on them, “Jacuzzi Lifeguard”, “Abercrombie Drinkers Invitational”. Women with the microscopic hoodies and graphic tees that probably set them back $150. I feel like the United States is SO over Abercrombie, but overseas they love the crap out of it.

We reached the end of the Champs de Elysee to see the iconic Arc de Triomphe. We didn’t go inside but opted to snap some pictures in the middle of traffic. Smart.

As we walked back to our hotel, Megan kept seeing these adorable green shopping bags that people were carrying. We notice these kinds of things, us Danielsons. We discovered that they belonged to Ladurée , a gourmet macaroon and bake shop. We passed the shop and I thought I was going to pass out, it was SO adorable. I felt like I was a princess living inside a jewelry box as soon as we stepped inside. We waited in line for a good 20 minutes before purchasing a box of 6 different kinds of macaroons, which was close to $20 US. Expensive little buggers!

We went home that night happy and sugared up.

The next morning I awoke happier than a sprinkle in a cupcake factory. We were going to Versailles! I’ve always been a little crazy for Marie Antionette. I mean, hello the woman had excellent taste, owned a cute little dog and said, “let them eat cake!”. I also loved the movie with Kirsten Dunst. In fact, I think I pretend that movie is my life if it were mixed with the cast of Legally Blonde the Musical.

After a quick brekkie (it was complimentary with our hotel) downstairs we were ready to go!

We took a train to Versailles which is (according Mr.Steves) the way to go. The train ride was short and sweet and before we knew it, we were striding along the long cobble stone road to the castle. The palace is immense, almost sickeningly huge. To think that the royals actually lived here while the citizens of Paris were poor and starving is beyond me. We had studied the stories of all the Louis’, namely the XIII through XVI and felt adequately versed with the vast history of Versailles.

We began with the tour of the palace, using our trusty all-museum tickets. The tour was too amazing for words. I. Was. Floored.

After the house tour, we quickly realized that our passes didn’t apply to the gardens on this particular day. I later found out that  the “Water Spectacular Show”, was going on that day which means that the fountains are turned on. Since tickets were an additional 20 euro to get in, I decided to ask if there was another way into the gardens.  After one lady turned me away, assuring me I had to pay to enter through the main gate, another woman said there was indeed another way.

She gave us directions to exit the palace, walk 15 minutes down the street and enter through the “queens gate”. I was gaining momentum, all the blood was rushing to my head and I was ready to sprint through the queens gate like a lion on attack! Unfortunately my Mom and Megan were hot, tired and allergies were catching up to us all. Despite my constant nose tickle and watery eyes I wasn’t ready to give up.

You see, what  I was most excited about was not the actual palace but all the smaller buildings that Marie Antionette ordered built in the late 1700’s. In order to escape palace life, she ordered a number of estates and structures built so she could live out “the simple life”. The Queen’s Hamlet as it’s known, was what I was most excited about seeing.

I happily set out to see this part of Versailles alone. I ran through the meadows and snapped picture after picture, not wanting to miss a thing.

It was the most magical experience ever. In fact, probably one of the best experiences I’ve have ever had.

The rest of our trip to Paris was so amazing. We saw everything such as theEiffel Tower, Rue Cler, L’Orangie Museum, D’Orsay Museum and did alot of shopping too! Here is a slideshow of some of our picture. I did have them all nicely laid out in the post and then WordPress booted me out and I lost all my progress.

So here are the pics!

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