My brain control centre has been clamoring for a pleasure rush this morning. Did you know that no matter what you crave, it can all be traced back to your neurons and really has little to do with what you think you desire? Knowing this, I suppose I could have satiated myself otherwise. But was inspired instead to a double glazed chocolate croissant and cream puffs for breakfast. Really, who am I to refuse the control centre?
I’ve been thinking about Valentine’s Day this week, since it’s right around the corner. I like to consider Valentine’s Day a season, one that lasts pretty much all year. Blush tinged roses, decadent pastries, new books. I’m an unabashed consumer of lovely things. And sometimes, I’m the lucky recipient of them. Like my new imaginary travel journal, which has taken up residence on my coffee table. Because who knows when inspiration may strike next?
Golden calligraphy makes any sentiment look good, don’t you think? And as they say, self affirmation is an important practice.
I’ve been debating taking an imaginary trip to the City of Love. It’s a bit passe though, isn’t it? Everyone’s flocking there this time of year. But I can no more resist Paris shop windows than I can cream puffs. So I’m afraid we’ll have to go anyways. Don’t worry, we’ll be quick. I only have an hour before I have to return to my imaginary job as a Printemps Paris window designer. Oh, the headaches I’m having with this display! (I should really see my therapist soon.)
Printemps, which alludes to Spring in french, is not only a department store, it’s a historic monument. When it opened in 1865, it boasted the latest in everything ~ electric lighting! electric heat! ready made dresses! imported fancies! For an intriguing fictional exploration of 19th century consumerism, check out Mr. Selfridge , the story of Harry Selfridge’s Flagship Department store in London. And PBS’s The Paradise, based Emile Zola’s novel, Au Bonheur Des Dames, which describes “the poetry of modern activity.” Both series are available on Netflix. I’ve spent many evenings power watching each in the name of history.
But we’re not here to talk about television series. We’ll barely be able to peek into the windows of a few lovely shops, but we’ll power walk, ok? The Hotel Costes’ shop is a dedicated rose boutique inspired by Josephine Bonaparte’s love of roses. It always has a must see display of roses. (Do follow the link and take a longer look. Divine.)
And what’s not to love about wild, romantic tangle of petals and foliage tumbling out the open door of 360 Degrees? I’ll take one of everything, gift wrapped!
Or Odorantes, which I’ve been lusting after simply forever… How many times have I fancied myself a floral shop owner? But this line between reality and fantasy is becoming more and more blurred and I must get back to work. My window display awaits me.
Oh look! A petite Parisienne outside the flower shop pulling petals off a rose! Tres jolie! I must get a picture even if means my job.
What a lovely lunch hour it’s been. Thank you for accompanying me on this fanciful (if hurried) jaunt. And Happy Valentine’s Day, where ever it finds you. Be sure to indulge yourself in some beauty.
Photo credits: Creampuff: n/c, Printemps window: n/c, Printemps signage: pinterest, n/c, Hotel Costes: Aryana Francesca Urbani, 360 Degrees: via pilgrimandpie blogspot, Odorantes: via awhitecarosuel.com, Petite Parisienne: Pinterest, n/c