I love this girl.

A few years ago J. Crew came out with a catalog that featured this adorable blonde model running around Paris with an adorable Frenchman and an adorable tote filled to the brim with baguettes, chocolate, and newspaper. I still have that catty, tucked away in my “keep for future reference” file (I know, I’m a dork) – and the other day I flipped through it, wanting to be the girl with the adorable tote.

This is why Vann always says I’m the ideal customer – I get pulled into the “world” they (J. Crew and Anthropologie, among others) put forth.

“They” must be doing a good job, though, because don’t you want to either hug this girl or be her best friend?? I do. Oh, to be one of those fresh, freckle-faced girls with the messy (but non-greasy) hair and casually thrown together look. That “get out of bed” look.

Will someone please tell me WHY I cut all my hair off?? It’s sooo much easier to hide a five day shampoo strike when you can pile it up in a bun and stick various things in it to make it stay. You think I’m joking. I absolutely hate washing my hair.

Today I overheard a woman at the gym telling her friend that the “day [she] turned 40, [she] felt something fall.” Hmmm. All the women I know in their 40’s are sexy and fresh-faced and yoga-toned.

Must be the baguettes.