Sweet Gilles. I’ve come to accept that you will probably never hook a fish or feel up a girl. I’ve likely thwarted any manly gene in your body by decorating your room in head-to-toe toile. You will never ride a motorcycle or throw a football, but that game causes early-onset Alzheimer’s and skews you toward trophy wives. You’ll thank me someday.

I found this amazing fabric last Spring when I went on a buying spree for Les Deux Rousses. Next time you’re here, you MUST go to this most amazing of gems in Paris – Au Bonheur des Dames. It’s like a middle Eastern bazaar of fabric.

Manon and I got crafty and constructed these fox hold backs so that he could retain some vestige of masculinity. I know my sweet boy will be amazing, regardless. We are talking about someone that whips up the perfect pot of mussels and can play with a spool of yarn for two hours.

He says he has vertigo. Too much?

  1. Ursula Baudin said...

    HAHAHA, gorgeous! I love toile. But I have heard from some people that it does make them dizzy. 🙂

    February 28, 2014 at 4:50 pm
  2. Grant Kalhorn said...

    Poor Gilles. At least his mama smokes REAL cigarettes and drinks scotch. #itwillruboff

    March 1, 2014 at 7:24 pm
  3. Hannah said...

    Um. Need to hear more about Les Deux Rousses, please! Very cute name.

    March 2, 2014 at 4:46 pm