Last weekend was Bastille Day, the French national day (more or less celebrating that time when we cut our king's head). I felt like I needed to do something to show how proud I am of my country. After years living overseas and travelling, I started to feel homesick and now that I'm back in France, it's time for me to take in everything France has to offer... and that's a lot! I've spent two days thinking of cool things to do to celebrate Bastille day with Poppy Biarritz. Lots of bad ideas came through my mind. Then I realized that I could play with what I learnt about French people when I was in foreign countries. That's why it came up as dressing-up like a caricature of the French.
I always loved playing dress-ups. When I was a kid, I borrowed my mom's jewelry and shoes, that I paired with clothes and fabric pieces. I put on her makeup and danced all afternoon long in my bedroom. I remember cutting my dolls' hair, doing a mix and match with clothes. I even organized a Barbie runway and even took pictures with my mom's old film camera (how crazy was she when she developed the film , sorry mom). I still like dressing-up. This is one of the reasons why I love going to festivals.
This time, I took my most-french-ever makeup stuff, a black liner and a velvet red lipstick. I grabbed my blue angora béret and some classy black pants (should I say it was 28°C?). I chose Poppy's most lover tee. Of course I didn't forget to light my stick on and play casual in front of a bakery. For those still wondering, we don't dress like that on a daily basis, but let's be honest, I had the set in my closet though!