Dressed for Success

Well. A week from tomorrow, we move!

We spent most of the last week visiting friends and family. So for the second year in a row, we were on the French Riviera during the Cannes Film Festival, and for the second year in a row, it was raining and cold down there at the time. After we got back, I came across some online photos of attendees in their red carpet attire and shivered just looking at them, thinking of how I’d spent the last four days in layers of clothing over my jeans – t-shirt, sweater, jacket.

For instance:

 

The intrepid Emma Watson at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival

The intrepid Emma Watson at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival

 

You know how powerful the mind is? My first-hand knowledge of the weather where this picture was taken kills the adorableness for me. I’m distracted by wanting to wrap her up in something warm. I’m glad I didn’t see this picture while we were there, because if I had, I might have been overcome by the urge to rush over to her with a fur-lined cloak (of invisibility?) – such as it is that the weather triggers my maternal impulses.

Still, in a weird way, I admire these festival-goers. You’ve got to be some kind of a badass to deliberately go around dressed for summer when it feels like winter. It’s not like these people don’t have access to weather forecast reports. We knew what it was going to be like down there before we went – they must have known, too.

Here we are on the train coming home, all cozy and warm:

 

We got up at 5:00 in the morning to stumble onto this train from Cannes. It got us home in three hours! Awesome. I'm wearing the previous day's make-up (I don't usually go to sleep without removing it, but that night, I did), a ponytail elastic (which is a poor substitute for a hairbrush, but whatever), and you can't see it, but I'm clutching a Kit-Kat (candy bar) like it's the answer to life. Because at that moment, it was. And it was damn good.

We got up at 5:00 in the morning to stumble onto this train from Cannes. It got us home in three hours! Awesome. I’m wearing the previous day’s make-up (I don’t usually go to sleep without removing it, but that night, I did), a ponytail elastic (which is a poor substitute for a hairbrush, but whatever), and you can’t see it, but I’m clutching a Kit-Kat (candy bar) like it’s the answer to life. Because at that moment, it was. And it was damn good.

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Dressed for Success

  1. I sort of love this post. And so jealous that you got to be in Cannes during the festival! Did you get to partake in any of the festivities? Or have any fun run-ins with celebrities? Also, mmm, kit-kat. 🙂

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  2. Hi darling! No, we didn’t participate in anything related to the festival, and no run-ins. Go get you a kit-kat! =)

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  3. Hem, being in Cannes during the filmfestival is just a nightmare ôô
    To be honest Kristi, seeing you with this jacket at that time of year is no reference for bad weather, since I saw you wearing a jean jacket on an august day where the sun was burning down anything that wasn’t under shadow. And you were in the sun, beaming with happiness.

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  4. Hi Nene, I remember that! I kept covered up all summer, I think. I may have been cold, but that also may have been an attempt at insect damage-control. It turns out that it wasn’t insect bites, after all (I know now), so now I go jacketless if I’m not cold.

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  5. It was amusing yesterday in Geneviève’s car when the three of us were watching our breath vaporize in the cold air while she cranked the heater and the rain poured down! I do feel terrible for her and Michel, though, that their crops have now been ruined by the excessive rain.

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