TY SEVERE.
I’m French.
MARIE ANTOINETTE
She’s French.
Put the two together + you have a time at Chateau Versailles – or Chateau Cochran (my apartment.)
A good friend of mine had puppies…well not actually my friend, but his French bulldog. What happens when you say you have an “open afternoon?” You puppy sit, that’s what.
Turns out, bitches love me.
I first thought Marie Antoinette (I named her for the afternoon – not because she was the runt of Austria, but because she was a wild, yet classy babe) was an overzealous ball of chub. Turns out, she is a complete romantic. Following me around like my own shadow, Marie Antoinette became my biggest fan + to tell the truth: I never wanted to let her go.
The last spouts of Summer bring my leather stripe shoes and rattan hat to a halt. I now will be putting my Summer essentials back in the walk-in. My denim jacket… that is a forever piece.
Cheers to the Fall,
T
