First off, sorry for the slightly cheesy name! I just can’t help it though – every time I plonk a good ol’ beret on my head, I have at least one or two moments where I make-believe that I’m in Paris. It’s kind of a given though, right? Berets just do that. It’s like how if you wear those weird shutter sunglasses you feel obliged to do Kanye impressions. Oh wait, is that just me?
Also: can I just talk about polka dots for a moment, please? They’re just a little obsession of mine lately – though not strictly appropriate for a French inspired outfit. It’s nice to take the occasional break from stripes (shock horror!) and spots are a pattern I keep falling more and more in love with. ♥