So French
I decided that wearing berets is going to be my “thing” this season. Berets, berets, everywhere. And not like, floppy beret-hat-things, but like “So-French-That-A-Real-French-Person-Riding-A-Bike-In-the-50′s-Would-Wear-Them” berets.
So that’s that.

Self-hating, dog-loving and cheese-eating in Toronto. 

