A good egg

  Today was the last day of school, thank goodness. The highlight of my day so far has been when my English teacher called me "a good egg." A) It was really sweet of her. B) For me, that phrase will never not have Wodehousian connotations. I love Wodehouse so. But I digress.

  Yesterday I wore a thrifted mustard shirt and my favorite 1950s grey wool skirt. Oh how I love that skirt! In French class we watched the super sexual tension filled 2006 remake of "Le Silence de la Mer." My pattern came in the mail and I cut out all of the pieces.

(Taken by my mother)

 
  And now unburdened with schoolwork, soon I am going to watch "The Artist" for the second time with a friend, eat salted caramels, and try not to become over emotional about the life of George Valentin.

This week has been kind to me.