people often say they were born in the wrong era…yawn.
it’s way more fun to think what if you were born in a different place…
for example, me. well i was meant to be reared at the ritz… in paris.
really, if you know me, and most of you should by now, this makes utterly perfect sense.
think eloise with a pain au chocolat flair and a extra helping of glitter.
attending swimming lessons in head to toe fur would be entirely acceptable; casually sauntering and posing in front of fireplaces - standard; midnight munchies wearing two dozen strands of pearls…completely normal, and reading honore de balzac’s original text (and i mean the 1800s one) would be akin to reading clifford the big red dog.
(and did you see the doorman, ahem…)
honestly, when one thinks of the possibilities why would you daydream of anything else.
