happy bastille day.

it's not really. but holidays are always welcome. 


remember this post? well, here i am to tell you a story all about how i, a rather dramatic, witty, clever, american girl who sings along with beyonce in the car, became a french girl sincere sensation overnight. okay, that's a lie, it took an entire summer (hence the dramatic), and it might not have actually happened at all, but if you squint your eyes, tilt your head, and listen to quelqu'un m'a dit by carla bruni, you may be able to humor me in the slightest. 


so here it is, folks. 


ella greer, a french girl in words and pictures. 


i followed this blog about a blogger in paris for the year. 


i read this vogue article by gully wells (with hopes to have the book sitting on my coffee table someday)

and then i read an allure article about how french women choose their fragrance and bought this perfume pencil. 

silk road caravan

i found this version of the nautical stripe

both from j.crew

i listened to classical music and read hemingway

i bought lavender bouquets and old world maps

both from the paris market, a magical emporium in savannah

i (er, my mother) bought a fantastic sun hat.

i haunted a booth in a coffee shop to prepare projects, watch woody allen movies, and write.

french(!) vanilla latte, extra vanilla, at copper coin coffee

i went out of doors, seeking adventures

i discovered art. 

my lady gaga poster, my pride&joy. 

i finally bought a big girl bag. 

i fell madly in love. 

marcella.

and there you have it. 

i became a french girl by only visiting three states. who knows, maybe next summer the mountains of peru will call for my heart. and if any magazine editors are reading this, i'm foot loose and fancy free, so feel free to hire me for all of your travel pieces. 

and you should listen to this song, because even though it isn't french, i think french women like beyonce too. and i secretly fantasize about singing it at open mic night at copper coin coffee, because i'm a poser. 

artifacts II.

in case anyone was wondering,this beauty is hanging in my room right now. certainly the find of the summer, this poster is pants. she and gramma toots will most definitely become best of friends. i'm sure the novogratz will agree. 




and you should listen to this song and go to a concert. (open mic nights don't count, woodstock kiddos.)

pink dress revisited.

in case anyone was wondering, i had the greatest lunch of all today. i went to the park, ate a pb&j and some pirates booty, and sang "friday" with my nine year old cousin. it was grand. 


anyone remember these?

the infamous pink dress photos. it was in the dog days of summer, and i was waiting for my mom to take me to target (the greatest store on earth.) i had just recently discovered the self timer and was curious to see what i could do in ten seconds. (you can find the original post here.)


two years later, i decided to revisit that afternoon, this time in a valley in north carolina. 

this post was created while listening to needtobreathe. you should check them out. and sing this song around a campfire. 


so come on over, we can have a nice chat and some lemonade on the porch. 

smile like a georgia summer.

welcome to "listless thursdays." 
my entire life is a list, i have a series of notebooks filled with them. 
lists of: what i wore this month. what i need to do this week. favorite songs. websites i should look at. magazines and books i need to read. adventures i want to take. my favorite flowers. things i'm good at. things i'm not good at. things i want to be good at someday. 


and of course i want to show them off, because they're pants. 

"notes to self."


make the term "pants" popular again.


frank ocean (who is that guy?)


erin fetherston's apartment on vogue.com 


friends are nicer to you when you call them on occasion. (it will happen bobbie, megan, i promise!)


second day shampoo is a half-lie. 


volleyball is not your best sport (but you sure do try.) (thanks, epicenter kids, that night was pants.)


jokes are always welcomed. (true story. )

"on this marvelous wednesday, i will:"


run around the block


jump into the pool.


feathers in my hair (so i can whip it.)


clean the bathroom because dirty ones are rude.


pretend to be french. (fake it 'till you make it.)


epicenter!


write (home, poem, essay, song, novel, call to arms, about dinosaurs.)


be pants. (as always.)


AND:


my favorite song of the week, up up up by the givers. listen to it when you wake up. i just solved america's caffeine addiction. (AND. you can download it for free on amazon. WIN!)

roaring like a lion.

well, it's that time again. i'm staring at the globe, ready to go go go. 

and so it begins. my little bird is calling me to kayak, hammock, and eat mint chocolate chip tomorrow, but i'm afraid that it won't be enough. 

i suppose i should thank God for my restless spirit, but i wish He would show me where to go. (the east coast would be nice).

yep, that's me. because i can't be normal. 

there will come a time when love doesn't break your heart. 
-hello, mumford&sons, you're kind of my favorite. 

i hope you're alright.

i love this tee shirt. too bad it sold out on etsy before i could ask my mom to buy it (teehee). 

so, due to recent events, my heart was broken, and for about three days i felt like i was dying. i just wanted to sit in the dark and stare at the phone. but i didn't. and after taking some time talking, listening, walking, rollerblading, singing, writing, wandering, laughing, crying, swimming, reading, and even hammocking, i decided against it. 

and today, at the fairest coffee shop of all of the land, i decided to not stop loving. 

in fact, i'm going to love even more. i'm going to become an even bigger goofball than i am now. i am going to think deeper, sing louder, dream bigger, and give everything i have away. 

because sitting in the dark is not an option. 

artifacts.

today, while my writing has been moved to the back burner, i wanted to show you my loves. 
the first was music, in which is now "ella's garage" (hehe, i love garage bands) and now for my second love, interior design. this one snuck up on me, i was in denial about this interest until i realized my favorite television show was "9 by design" and all of my "future coffee table books" (see, i'm even planning my future house) were about designs of the interior (the selby is in your house, domino). 


what i'm about to show you doesn't exactly fall into the design category (it's not curtains or a ceiling fan) but an ad. at college, in my white walled dorm room, my options were limited, so one weekend i tore out all of my favorite magazine ads and taped them to a wall. think of it as an accent wall, if you will. only with magazine ads and not paint. 

meet gramma toots. i have no idea where she came from, nor what the advertisement was, but she is hands down my favorite. i plan on framing and carting her to every dorm/house/room i happen to live in. 


i'll admit it, i'm not one for classical music, but i love this song or piece or whatever the correct terminology is. i just know that it is yet another one of my favorites, and something i can relax to.