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Today my jaw, which had been wired shut for six weeks, was set free.

I was so happy that I couldn't stop grinning at my mom while my surgeon explained important things like how I'll get a tension headache if I eat anything too chewy, how I should put on rubber bands at night if my jaw starts to move, etc. I just want to add that he was wearing multi-colored neon sneakers and a tie-dyed cap while he was telling me all of this. How many people can say that someone so sartorially daring operated on their FACE? Not too many.

Needless to say, this has been a pretty good day. In the words of my (*really cute*) neighborhood barista as he put the final stamp on my stamp card, "You get a free drink, your jaw is unwired; everything's falling into place!"

Here are a few fun things for you to look at (maybe tomorrow, since you should be outside enjoying the gorgeous weather, not sitting in the house un-tanning like me):

A pretty sweater I'm hoping to make for fall (and how sassy is that picture? Not common for a knitting pattern, let me tell you!)

If I can one day be even half this chic, I will die a happy woman. (via The Sartorialist).

These are too cute for words. I'm investigating where and how they're made...fingers crossed that they're fair trade! I'd love to wear the pink pair with cigarette pants and an Oxford shirt.

Yet another reason to move to Paris.

Paris, je t'aime

Parisian Chic with some other books that were, just, you know, lying around.

Look what the mailman brought for me today! In what I considered to be a very appropriate use of the Amazon gift card sent to me by my Francophile aunt, I ordered Ines de la Fressange's Parisian Chic last week.

I leafed through it while drinking tomato soup through a straw (my jaw's wired shut. I don't want to talk about it). Un-chic? Yes. Oh well.

If you don't take it too seriously, it's a fun book, complete with sketches of pencil-thin girls in drapey sweaters and photographs of de la Fressange's obscenely gorgeous daughter. The writing is, for the most part, witty and easy to read ("Matching tights, shoes and bag -- no, you can't") but occasionally goes over the top ("The Parisian may be a petite size 2 [rest assured, I do know a few size 4s...]"). The photos of cafés, bookstores and boutiques had me wanderlusting for Paris, but if I'm not allowed to binge then maybe I'll go to Rome instead.

Quips aside, I do still love Parisian dressing, so I've compiled a wish-list of some basic pieces from the book (within the college girl's [sometimes imaginary] price range).

Silence & Noise Boyfriend Blazer (Urban Outfitters, $78)

Classic trench (Banana Republic, $198)

Cashmere V-neck (JCrew, $148)

1x1 ribbed tank (Ann Taylor Loft, $14.50). The book says Abercrombie & Fitch, but I am NOT going in there. One, it's so dark I can't even see where I'm going. Two, the sales people seem to have adopted the belief that anyone less hot than they are should not be alive.

Little Black Dress (Gap, $59.95)

Belstaff bomber jacket (JCrew, $1,195). Okay, so it's just a dream.