cimorene

oddly enough,

wax_jism had never heard of the concept of emergency chocolate. apparently her mother isn't as insane as mine is.

speaking of which, the day before yesterday i got an e-mail from her which she had addressed in the style of the title of the delia's catalog: more or less like "hello dear daRLING cImMIE--". completely by accident. she went on to tell me that she purchased a chainsaw and looked up, on the internet, "what women wear" in paris so as not to be dressed incorrectly as a tourist. "black is always good and scarves are encouraged!" she burbled. "shorts and gym shoes are out for women of my age!" okay,

lately, in paris, the weather has been about the same as it has here in southern finland, namely, 10 - 15 C. that is to say, about 50 - 59 F. in this kind of weather, my mother thinks it is cold, and makes loud noises of amazement at people who are capable of going out in only a light jacket. trust her to check paris fashion tips to see what to wear (under the illusion that she could ever achieve it) but not the weather.

was she planning to wear shorts and tennis shoes? it's not like we're going hiking. this is not a day of the survival mountain. we're going to be walking around and among other things shopping in one of the biggest cities in europe. this is my face of horror. i hate to think what she has been wearing when i was not at home to approve her outfits before she left.