aMissInParis

For a while now I haven’t written here. Lately I have been feeling ambivalent about blogging , and preferred to start writing my private diary again. There is something about the public nature of a blog that has stopped me from airing opinions here. I find it hard to balance writing without constricting myself for reasons of certain people might read it etc . ..

But if I think of the people who might read it , it just turns into a dull public newsletter .

Never mind I will still try. There has been some major wedding drama going on, to the point of us almost having to cancel our wedding. The Hungarian ministry of culture tried to put nuit blanche on the night of our wedding , and as it is held in a museum, they would have had to cancel us ( 3 months before the wedding!!!!) but thanks to my mom who fought like a lion, contacted Df’s dad , ambassadors and almost the press, whilst on the brink of a nervous breakdown ,it’s still on.
I was left blissfully unaware of this as DF and mom conspired not to tell me of it for fear of my nervous breakdown.

All is good now , and I spent Saturday looking for flower girl dresses and a mairie dress in Galleries Lafayette. ( the dress I will wear for my civil ceremony) The experience left me swearing to myself to never again go shopping with DF and friend in tow, not to mention to avoid Saturday at Lafayette at all costs .
I found the perfect dress and now as DF doesn’t like it I’m left pondering whether it’s worth buying a dress and wearing it to your civil ceremony that your beloved doesn’t like , and says it makes you look bigger , yikes! I still love the dress though and know I would regret not buying it. Its grecian style knee length vanilla colored chiffon pleats , absolutely gorgeous , like something out of a patisserie. What to do?

As for the flower girls , no luck yet.
I also went to the opening night of the European Independent Film Festival , Partying with my friend KC , who is here doing a soap opera, to catholic marriage preparation class with DF, and to the Swedish Club for brunch ( my new favorite place in town) so it’s no wonder that now I’m left to nurse a spring cold and have no energy left whatsoever.

photo by penn