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The Dress I Bought…

Maybe it has something to do with being French. Maybe it has something to do with being me. But here it is: I am always in love. Always. For the record, I am not talking about romantic love here: as most of you know, I have been happily married for, like, a century,   and contrary to all the cliches on the French keeping one man (and a couple of children) happy more than fills up my days. That said, I can totally fall in love with a nice smile, a child, a relative I haven’t seen for ages, a British painter or a long-lost friend. I can also fall in love with something: it can be a witty word, a book, a place, a necklace or even an app. So here it is: right now I am madly in love with a dress I saw on a catalogue, and yes it is vain but I can’t get it out of my head. Argh….

When I was younger, a boyfriend dumped me for not being cynical enough. He was of the opinion that becoming more cynical was a normal part of getting older. So sad, right? French men have the reputation of being philanderers. Who would have thought that they could be killjoys too? But he was wrong. I never became cynical. And I don’t want to. I moved on, and I kept being in love. Because that’s who I am. I must admit that I googled him the other day, and becoming more cynical has definitively make him less good-looking (and that’s actually a British understatement). I knew it. I was right all along.

Whatever we do, I think that we must be passionate. Of course I sometimes get disappointed. So what? I fall on my bum (not literally, obviously) and stand up again. Should I change? I sometimes wonder. It is tiring to be like this, but the alternative doesn’t really appeal to me. Why should I become cold-hearted and bitter? I just can’t. It’s not me.

Maybe all the cliches on the French woman are right after all: we are all about passion. We kick asses. We haven’t forgotten the power of femininity. Why did I want to debunk all the myths again? Silly me. Tonight I will happily admit that I am still very French.

And oh, I bought the dress. I just had to. A woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do, right?

Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London