Buon giorno e come stai oggi? Another cloudy November day and I don't mind one bit. Aside from the fact that I slumbered half the day away, I have been a busy bee trying to organize this house, in the hopes of bringing it closer to my Paris apartment. Yes Paris, I do so miss you. With each day that passes that is one day closer until we are together. Honestly Paris, I would give every inch of this home up to have a tiny apartment near the Eiffel Tower. There I go dreaming again, dear Paris. Laugh if you will, but I know you and I are destined to be together. Perhaps when the young brood finds independence, perhaps when the husband decides he has had enough of the constant furniture moving madness, or perhaps when my book becomes a bestseller, a screenplay, and an award-winning movie, then I can afford that apartment near the Eiffel Tower. Think of the fun we will have Paris - we will become best friends and confidantes. Think of the walks, the talks, the cafes, the touring, the flea market, the croissants, the baguettes, the bicycle rides into the countryside, the painting, the writing...oh! a girl could go on and forever. Yes Paris, our days are numbered until we finally meet, and in the meantime, I will be carrying furniture around this house trying to create my very own little piece of Paris, right here in my family home. The white bedroom armoire is sitting in the kitchen, the painting easel and black wicker stool is set up in the bedroom ready for another shoe painting to take shape, my Paris wardrobe is ready and hanging in my closet, ready to leap into my Paris suitcase, and last, but definitely not least, my passport is right by my bedside, regardless of how unflattering that photo is!
Goodbye for now my dearest Paris. There is much furniture to move and many messes to tidy up before the family returns home. A la prochaine Paris, a bientot, et a demain!

The Paris Apartment on a dreary November day

Buon Giorno,
come stai oggi? It's cloudy out there today and I couldn't be happier. This is the perfect kind of Sunday afternoon to stay inside and continue with my fall project of converting every room in my home into my dream "Paris Apartment". Paris, I do miss you, every day in fact. Even though I have only visited you in my dreams, I am counting down the days until we meet again - in reality. In the meantime, my Paris Piggybank is growing thanks to the accumulation of change I am finding in the hundreds of articles of laundry that pass through these chafed hands every day. No need to share this info with the husband and the children is what I say. I promise to send them my very best from the top of the Eiffel Tower. "I'll wave to you children! I promise!!"
With Paris on my mind every waking moment, I have already purchased my Christmas present from dear husband and the young brood - the gorgeous burgundy faux-croc patent travel bag. It brings a whole new meaning to "carry on" luggage. It's already packed with my Paris essentials - including the husband's credit cards. I ask you, what is the purpose of hiding one's credit cards in a safety deposit box - you'll never get to use them that way! And by the time you decide to, you have to find that dreaded silly-shaped key and make a trip to the bank. Why a girl could very well talk herself out of any purchse after going through all of that red tape. Not to mention the tedious "hellos and how are you's" to every person along the way to that vault. All of that idle chit chat is downright exhausting! I need to save every ounce of energy for my beloved Paris. Now, back to my Paris Apartment decor. Thanks to the discovery of some fabulous decorating blog spots that I must share with you, my dear friends and readers, I have been broadsided with a ton of inspiration that has already had me covert the living room into a library/office/music room, the kitchen into a french bistro, the family room into a french cafe lounge, and the dining room is prepped for a fresh coat of paint and new trim work. Thank heavens for weekend-long out of town hockey tournaments is what I say! I just detest explaining my decorating madness to the family. Although, I have noticed the new updates have earned me some much-needed respect and admiration from the children. They have commented that their home is practically "old lady furniture free!"

Bon giorno and welcome to my very first blog posting. Most exciting is what I say! It is Friday the 13th and I am racking my brain wondering what kind of shoe does one wear on this, Friday the 13th? The classic black stiletto pump comes to mind, although with this cough and cold I've been battling, the old bod would be far more content to slip into a pair of fuzzy slippers. Perhaps I'll save the stiletto pumps for the trip to the grocery store later. For now, I will succumb to the thirsty terry cloth bathrobe, flannel pyjamas, and fuzzy slippers - the perfect companions of the cup of herbal tea with lemon and honey. Time to take up residence by the sunny window watching the last of the Century maple leaves fall, while the kittens purr on my lap. Something tells me I may well be on my way to frittering the day away. Happily, I am not too under the weather to browse the many blog sites featuring beautiful homes. Can you imagine spending a quiet Friday any other way? Oh bliss is I! No doctor's appointments for Ma and Pop, no toilet paper sales, no cheese-buying trips to Costoc, no olive oil or pasta sales. Yes, today has officially been named "Dosolina's Day". I bid you farewell dear readers and friends. Please take care - love yourself, pamper yourself, and remember, tomorrow is another day to wear stilettos!