I had previously mentioned how much of a big deal the Spring Racing Carnival is in Australia. What I hadn’t mentioned was that I had only been to the races once myself. I’ve always wanted to go back (let’s be honest it’s the dressing-up part that attracts me) but haven’t had the opportunity.
What comes to mind when you think of a Parisian woman? It may be cliché (and if you are French I apologise in advance), but I picture someone in a stripey sweater and midi-skirt, riding a bicycle along the Seine with a baguette in the basket or a small fluffy dog in the front basket.
I had the most wonderful dinner the other night. Adeline and I had decided to eat out in celebration of a wonderful first week back at work, and in typical Heidi fashion, I’d gotten a little carried away when getting dressed and ended up going a bit past the “casual-dinner-with-your-practically-little-sister” mark.