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Honey’s office, or at least his office when he has to work in Paris, is located literally next to the Louboutin store. By literally I truly mean literally. No, not literally as in, “I could literally eat a horse, ” or as in “If he says ‘like’ one more time, I’m literally going to scream.
I mean that the Louboutin store is at 68, rue du Fauburg Saint Honore and Honey’s office is located next door literally. Now, you’re thinking, Tini where are you going with this.
Well, my husband works next door to a fabulous shoe store, but when I showed him my instagram of the Louboutin store Christmas tree (below), he said. “Where did you take that photo?”
I responded, “At the Louboutin store.” He then gave me a vague smile that I’ve learned to interpret as his, ‘that’s nice, love,’ face. After dropping him off at work, Honey Bunny (my infant son) and I went off to meander about Paris. We saw the Hermes Christmas window display, bought my mother a new perfume at Guerlain, stopped off at Miu Miu and then went to Absinthe for lunch.
Later that afternoon, we went to pick Honey up for our train back to London. As we sped off in a taxi to Gare du Nord, my darling Honey said, “It’s funny, but people are always waiting in line at that store.”
“Which store, Hons?” I responded.
“That store with the shoe Christmas tree.”
“The Louboutin store?!”
“The Lou what?” he said.
“You’re surely not serious?!” I said.
At this point, I think that Honey read my ‘You must be joking me face.’ He diffused any snarky comment that I could have made by saying: “What did I miss?”
Of course, I won’t continue this story by telling you I had to remind Honey of the number of movies and episodes of Sex in the City in which he’d seen the iconic red soles. Though after some time, Honey did say. “Well, that explains why there’s always such a long line to that Lou—ah—Loubou store.”
And at that point, I thought, ‘why haven’t you come home with shoes for your lovely wife from the Loubou store.’ But we were then at Gare du Nord and I simply could not be bothered to voice my thoughts out loud. Literally.
And here is a photo from the Hermes window display.
When it’s very cold, I can’t help but want to be covered from head to toe. This here does not seem like a bad look to emulate at all. I took this photo in Paris in late December, low and behold, in January London had kinds of cold and wet weather (not surprising really). A look like this came in handy on a day where Honey and I went on the hunt for the perfect pair of Grenson brogues (more on that later).
Happy Holidays!!!! We’re spending the holidays in Basque country this year. There’s lots of sun, warm weather and imploring the little one to actually take his nap as we walk around.
Keep up with my antics via Instagram. I’ve posted a few photos from our trip so far (and photos from a recent trip to Paris).
Sometimes, I become fixated on one thing and can’t seem to let go. And often, if I think hard about it, I can identify where and how that obsession came about. For me, my recent obsession has been about wearing black with nude or tan shoes. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t dream of combining the two colors never mind in one outfit, but lately, I can’t seem to get enough. In going over my film from Paris, I can see from where that fixation germinated.