Oui, oui!

I love (*ahem) j'adore all things french. The obsession began in 6th grade, when I took my first french class and learned practical things, like how to say the colors and how to count to 10. From that point on, I was a girl destined to wear a beret and have a poodle named Fifi.

My obsession grew a couple of years back when S. and I went to Paris. C'est magnifique! The whole point of this trip (for me, anyway) was to see La Tour Eiffel. Ask S. That is really all I talked about.

fulfilling my mission

Moving forward and thinking about my future home, I'd love to have a cozy home with a french country feel to it. My current focus is on "zee perfect kitchen". I have already chosen France's colors of red and blue (mixed with a touch of tan) - and yes, I know these are America's colors as well. I'll leave my love for all things Americana for another post. Because trust me, the 4th of July is my favorite holiday. *U-S-A U-S-A*

Anyway...my sister got me this lovely canister to hold all of my tea for my future kitchen:

Now, all I need is some french bread, some french toast, and some french fries. Because that's what they eat in France, right?

xo,
j.