In the beginning, there was a girl who has seen a lot of blogs and thought, "Well, hey, I can do that. At the very least, I can do that with better grammar and writing than most people out there." So this is me, doing it with (hopefully) better writing.
I'm sure the question on your mind right now is, "Why 'sous mon parapluie'? What does that even mean?" For those of you who aren't crazy enough to spend your lunch hour doing Rosetta Stone in French, "sous mon parapluie" means "under my umbrella." Hence the pretty picture up there of Gare du Mans and the people under the umbrella.
"But what did you name your blog that?" is, I'm sure, the next question on your mind. The answer to this one might give you some insight into my quirky personality. You see, when B (my wonderful boyfriend) and I began studying French, "parapluie" was one of the first words we learned, right up there with cat, dog, man and woman. I immediately fell in love with the word. I don't know about you, but I don't think much about umbrellas in English. But parapluie (pronounced "par-ah-plwee") was just so cool. And I began saying it all the time.
And then my boyfriend heard the Rhianna song on the radio, "Umbrella." You can see where this is going, can't you? Instead of singing "Under my umbrella...ella...ella..." to us it became "Sous mon parapluie...lwee...lwee..." And I couldn't think of a better way to begin a blog, any blog, by bringing you under my umbrella and letting you see what I'm doing.
So what can you expect? Well, a lot of Pinterest recipe attempts (and...um...okay...some failures), crochet progress (if there even is any), book reviews, travel pictures, insights on doggie parenting, decorating and home ownership...life, really. Because I think one of the great joys of life is being allowed under someone's umbrella, to see who they really are. To that I simply say, welcome.