A few weeks ago when we were deep in the trenches of the great FLEA WAR of 2012, we went out to dinner and got a little drunk in order to cheer me up because I was completely losing my shit. Shocking, I know. This led to a conversation about taking a vacation when led to him telling me that he would one day like to take me to Paris. And then I died. And now he has to take me because I blogged about it. That's how this works, right?
And because this is a safe place, I'm going to come out and admit that I have no idea what the hell you are supposed to wear while you are in the most romantic city in the world. All I know is THIS DRESS. That dress. Right there. Is what dreams are made of. Oh, Anthropologie why must you kill me so? I can't even walk into that store without feeling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. And it's so quiet. I can't help but feel like I'm not quite enough of a lady yet to shop there. One day, Anthro. I will come to you.
Linking up with {av} of Long Distance Loving for Friday's Fancies.
*Disclaimer: I don't typically post things that I truly can't afford. But, see above. The dress made me do it.*
