For those of us who love looking through glossy magazines with picture perfect rooms bursting with floral arrangments and decoration ideas that we will never actually try, but instead merely save in a pile of clippings in some dusty folder, the magazine Marie Claire Idées is heaven. The family that I nanny for subscribes and so there are always old copies sitting around and I love browsing through them. I like seeing the perfectly clean little French girls playing on swing sets in their pink Repetto tutus and the children’s arts and crafts projects that only work in a country where kids use a ruler and compass like it was second nature. I delight in the quantities of tulle, organza, and toile that reoccur ever two pages and I can’t get enough of the tin pitchers spilling cabbage roses onto distressed tables. I want to live in Marie Claire world. Today I opened the magazine at random and found a woman riding a white Vespa up the driveway to a French manor house, wearing a billowy white gown that puffs and settles around her beribboned adult scooter like a dream. She smiles out from a floppy sun hat and giggles at the fact that all around her are flowered hat boxes which have fallen from her vespa and from which tumble bunches of pink flowers. Why can’t I be the white-gowned-flower-laden Vespa maiden? In my soul, I truly believe I am her. But in reality, my white gown would get tangled in my Vespa and I would plunge head long onto the gravel drive as my flower boxes landed on me attracting bees.
But on the cover of this past issue, Marie Claire had a quote that I loved, that I am claiming for spring, even if I have not the poise, elegance, or Frenchness, of the Vespa Princess.
Pour l’amour des beaux jours
Dites oui à tout
Et aux fleurs
Aux petits riens
Et au bonheur.
I know it is corny. I know it is cheesy. And I know that it is pertaining to fabric choices in reupholstering an Ikea chair or organizing the place settings for a garden party. But I don’t care. Spring is here with summer fast approaching. The days are long and I want to fill them with all that is lovely: with birds, flowers, little nothings, and happiness.