And then we say all the things we don't want to say.

I hope it's not too late for a post-Christmas post.


Cyril and my (I never know how these constructions are really supposed to work. Hello, Grammar Girl?) Christmas Eve outfits.
On him: shirt & vest: thrifted, jeans: Tati.
On her: dress: H&M, belt: Grandpa's.
Thanks little brother, for taking the photo.


Visiting high school friends' babies. In case this secret is not yet know, I heart babies.
Sweater: Urban Outfitters, shirt: Mango, jeans: Urban Planet(yeah), necklace: gift from Myriame.


Bodysuit(which now has snaps!): thrifted, jeans: Mango, suspenders: H&M, borrowed from little brother.


Mum's birthday outfit.
Dress: thrifted, belt: Myriame's stash, tights: Wal Mart, shoes: thrifted.


Christmas Day outfit. (Excuse the expression, I was actually very happy, despite what it looks like)
Earrings: in my stocking, dress: gift from Cyril's mum, Myriame (it was her mum's). I got it taken in by a lady in town; I was much to scared to attempt it myself.


Little sister GHing it up like the rocker she is.


Cyril chanelling his inner bad boy guitarist.


Erin, dorking it up.

See you after Film Studies class. We're watching the 2005 Haneke film Caché tomorrow. I like being artsy again. And I love French films. Turns out the prof does too, yay for me.