Wednesday, September 26, 2012

i love paris in the rain... or not

Let me be one hundred percent honest. 
I have, ever since I was old enough to appreciate Paris, loved the city no matter what - rain, storm, sunshine, summer, winter, spring or autumn. To me, the city has always been amusing. 
I've lived here for almost two months now (yikes!). My French is improving a lot and I no longer feel like I'm on holiday. I live here. I'm an 18-year-old Danish girl living in Paris.

Fabulous, of course. It's a dream coming true, and I appreciate every single day.
But along with the "I-actually-live-in-this-country-and-will-have-to-live-by-its-rules"-feeling, comes a whole lot of disadvantages. I guess, once you really settle in, you notice all the bad things. Ultimately, it compares to traveling and (in most cases) liking the place you have just visited.

So my point exactly (excuse me, if I'm being vague)...
My point is, that I am slowly starting to notice the bad things about Paris - or France in general; just like I know the disadvantages of Copenhagen and Denmark.

Today it rained.
Correction: It poured down.
A, my boyfriend, keeps saying: "I love Paris in the rain". In the beginning of our residence I found it ever so romantic - and furthermore, I agreed.
That was, of course, until today, where I noticed just how sad, grey and ugly this city can be. Copenhagen is grey, yes - probably even more grey. But to my surprise, Paris could be too. I realized that A's quote was (sorry) complete bullshit. It is nothing but a sugar-coted, romanticized picture of the ugly truth.

So I got angry. My shoes were wet, my socks were wet, all of my clothing was wet. I started thinking about how hopeless this country actually can be.
But as I walked home just half an hour ago (with semi-wet socks and shoes), I looked up (from the semi-wet pavement) and saw Sacre Coeur. The amazing church on a mountaintop in the middle of a city like Paris.
That's when it occurred to me: I may not like Paris in the rain, and I may still be pissed that my french cellphone still isn't working. I may not always like Paris. I may not always be amused by it. Today, Paris kicked my ass. Tomorrow (I hope) it will let me fall in love all over again.

Much love and gros bisous
Thea



Pssssssssssssssssssssssst: I am SO SORRY that I haven't been blogging much the last couple of days. I have so much stuff I want to share with you all, but I haven't gotten around to it yet since my BFF Emma (read about her here in danish), my mother, sister and brother all are in Paris. Give me a week, and I'll show you an amazing vintage-bargain I found amongst much, much more.



drawing from 'mylittleparis'-app for iPhone


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Thursday, September 20, 2012

baaahhhhh.... autumn? not really

Let me get straight to it: My Danish friends back home are, apparently, suffering from grey skies, rain, storm and darkness. Something, someone once decided to name autumn. While I understand my friends' frustration, I cannot help but feel a little (note: very) delighted that I have moved to Paris: Not only is it the most beautiful city in the entire world, but here - contrary to Denmark - it's actually still summer. At least I consider this weather as summer (because I am... well... Danish). It's around 20 degrees - tomorrow 23. The sun is shining. I still wear my summer dresses and silk shorts. 

Nonetheless, I have faced the fact: It won't stay summer forever. There's no doubt about the fact that I'd rather get a little cold while sporting the last glimpse of tanned legs. BUT...... It's coming. Autumn that is.

So I thought - where to start? I need a new winter coat, boots and I'll probably find an excuse for buying new bordeaux jeans and countless sweaters while buying the entire COS store. 
HOPELESS PROJECT.

Instead - as a starter - I bought these little darlings today. I'm sure you've all heard about them. They're hyped like crazy - and it ain't for nothin'!
These cute nail polishes from L'Oréal are called Colour Riche - and they are indeed. They are pigmented like crazy. I think most of the colors would go with just one layer. Either way, I prefer to apply two. Furthermore, they last like nothing I have ever tried... And let me tell you: I think I have pretty much tried EVERY brand out there (obviously I haven't, then I would've died from all the toxics).
Honestly, guys... Essie, Chanel, Mac, Sally Hansen, Dior, YSL, Maybelline, Rimmel, OPI, Bourjois... You name it. L'Oréal Colour Riche beats every single one of the mentioned ones to the punch. They are so easy to apply - like nutella on bread, you know? (probably the saddest comparison EVER)

So... Let's look at the colors. The first color (404 - Scarlet Vamp) is blood-red. A dark, dark red. Not in the brown way - in the red way. The second colour (605 - Rive Gauche Green) is a very faded dark green. Not really in the military-way. It's the perfect green color because of its grey-ish undertones. Both colors look AMAZING on my nails.




Aren't they the perfect colors for autumn? I think YES.
Oh - I almost forgot the best thing about them: They cost NOTHING - I think I paid €6,40 for one. That's insane.

Go buy, girls! REALLY!
Much love and gros bisous
Thea

Psssssssssssst: Sorry for my absence the last couple of days. My parents are visiting - I cannot tell you how great it feels to see them again.

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

instagram

Hello everyone!
If you're an Instagram kinda gal (or fellow), follow me on Instagram. 
Username: theamunch

Get your daily Parisian picture!
Much love and gros bisous
Thea

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ma chambre

Salut!

I haven't even shown you my room, have I? It's not very big but it's very, very cute.
The picture below shows the window just across from mine. What do you see? The Eiffel Tower indeed.















Are you all enjoying your weekend? I surely am.
I'm babysitting Polly the entire weekend because her parents are in Denmark. She's so adorable (even when she's really not), and I think I'm gonna take her to a park now.

Take care, mes amis.
Much love and gros bisous
Thea

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Monday, September 10, 2012

parisian picnic

Paris is incredible and breath-taking. With all its rush and noise I find it somewhat astonishing that Parisians manage to take their time and just sit down.
I don't consider myself a Parisian yet. I don't know that I ever will. But yesterday was a step towards the Parisian life. My beloved A (read about him here) made us a picnic and cooled some white wine - he held my hand as we walked together towards the Seine, where we sat by Pont Neuf in the evening sun and talked for hours.

It was such a great evening, and for those of you who follow me on Instagram (username: theamunch), you will know that we had drinks by the Louvre afterwards. Manifique.




















If you are in Paris for longer than a week and the weather agrees with such trips, do consider doing them. It's so much more Parisian than spending money on a fancy restaurant. Like A said to me yesterday: "I'd rather be here than in a Michelin-restaurant."
Honestly, I felt the same way.

How are you all doing?
Much love and gros bisous
Thea

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Thursday, September 06, 2012

meet: polly

.... So you might be thinking: Polly? Like the candy? Like the toys?
Not really. This Polly is an adorable girl aged four years. She has very, very blonde curls and very, very big blue eyes. She considers herself a princess, which, I think, in that age is considered normal.
Polly likes to dance. She dances to ABBA, Beyoncé, Jay-Z and any ballet-music.
She watches Cinderella (or, as she says: Cinderwella) every single day. Preferably several times.

As far as speaking goes, she speaks Danish, French and quite a lot of English (she watches all her movies in English, for one).

So what am I doing with Polly? I'm her big sister.... Sort of. Not really. I pick her up from school and I play with her during the day.

Isn't she adorable?
I have to put her to bed now. 
Much love and gros bisous
Thea




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 Psssssssst: For my Danish friends at home, I can inform you that she says "nyserød" instead of "lyserød". CUTE!!

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Wednesday, September 05, 2012

drawing

I've been drawing ever since I was little. I've always found that it calmed my nerves more than anything. That, along with listening to music, was my evening ritual for many years.
Thing is, though - I sorta got out of it during my past year in high school. I found I was too busy or didn't have the energy - and that's not good: When drawing, it takes practice, time, patience along with focus and eagerness to want to improve.
It's really not easy.

But today, when babysitting Polly (pictures tomorrow), I got bored while watching The Little Mermaid for the fourth time. I found some paper and a plain pen with blue ink and started sketching. This is not at all my best work - mostly because I cannot place shadows properly with a normal pen (I find that shadows make the entire difference and they make a drawing like this look "alive" and "real".)










Take care, my friends.
Much love and gros bisous
Thea


PSssssssssssssssssssssssst: Remember to follow me on BlogLovin' (http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3915517/cours-petit-lapin)


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Monday, September 03, 2012

meet: august

I think it's time I told you a little about this guy. I've actually been talking about him ever since I created my blog last fall, but I've never really dedicated a blog-post to him.
The past month or so, he has been running under the nickname "A" - and that'll continue. Mostly because it's convenient. 
Obviously, that's not his name. His name is August. Like the month. Like my favorite month.

We've known each other for more than three years, but have only been a couple for one. Before that, I considered him my very best guy-friend. I have always admired him for his will-power and his person in general, but in a quite friendly manner. I think I admire all of my friends, both guys and girls. The thing is though, that this guy is different.

August is different. I have, to be honest, never in my life met a guy like him. It sounds like a cliché to say something like that about the person you're in love with, but it's true this time. August is not different personality-wise. In that case, everybody would be different. No, he's different - because I have never, in my 18-year-old-life, met a man so gallant as him.

In fact, our first meeting was in our french-class three years ago. Our french teacher passed on some working-sheets to each row. Ordinarily, people would just pass them along. But not August. He stood up, gave a sheet to each person on our row while shaking their hands and introducing himself. I was last in the row, and as I witnessed this situation, I literally thought to myself: "What the f*** is he doing?".

I was, so to speak, not at all used to (then) 15-year-old-boys treating me like that. Gallant.

As I witnessed his behavior, it became clear to me, that his dad had raised him good. I thought to myself, that August had jumped out from a time-machine. He behaved like a man.

His behavior was one thing. His looks quite another. He was tall. Really tall.
2 meters and 2 cm.
Ice-blue eyes.
Nice hands (sorry, but that's one of the first things I notice about guys in general).

I was, so to speak, fascinated.
But that's all I really was back then. Not any longer.
Now, I'm very much in love.

August and I share, I think, everything. Ever since we moved to Paris, I consider him my right hand. I hope the feeling is somewhere near mutual. I think it is.

Yes, from the very first second we met, he treated me like I've never been treated before. He makes me feel like I've never felt before - a feeling that I can't really describe. I guess he makes me feel very, very special and very, very worthy. He opens the doors for me, carries my bag, he pulls out my chair and he invites me to dinner. He cooks like a chef, he's into politics, he's smart as hell. I don't really think he knows how much I appreciate all his small efforts. I think, to him, it comes naturally. But not to me. To me, it means the world.

And that's the thing - I think most people feel like that around him.
That's why he's different.


Take care, my friends.
Much love and gros bisous
Thea



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Saturday, September 01, 2012

i'm featured in danish ELLE!

Bonjooooouuuuuurrrr

Yesterday I told you that I'm featured in this month's ELLE. And I am. Not in an interview, not in a photoshoot, but in a small article my sister wrote about me. The feature is about the person who has had the biggest influence on you. She chose me. I'm so honored and very, very touched. I've read it nearly six times now, and I think I cried a little bit too. She writes such beautiful things, and I miss her like crazy. I miss talking to her every day about nothing. "What are you doing", "where are you?", "are you coming over?", "have you seen the newest episode of...", "I just saw a dress you'd like in COS". Things like that. My boyfriend finds our conversations unbelievable -- he thinks they're empty. But that's how it is with us. It just is.
She's my best friend. She might even be my soulmate.





I received it yesterday along with Politiken Weekly - I now have plans for the entire weekend. Reading, reading, reading.

Have a great one,
Much love and gros bisous
Thea

Pssssssssssssssssst: I went out last night, and it was so much fun. I really enjoyed being around some girls again.



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