Natural beauty

These past few days, your dearly beloved blogger has been finding herself to have what must be the famed attention span of your average goldfish… With less than a week to go till Easter and then less than another till that magical time of the year known in my sweet mother tongue as “1 mai in Vama”, a.k.a. “betie crunta cu boschetii”, work is finding it more and more difficult to find its place in my thought bubble real estate. And in case you’re not from my neck of the woods and need a translation for those two phrases, my raging hangover-induced incoherence in the blog post directly following this little spring break should be translation enough.

In other news, my camera and I had the pleasure of attending a Renaissance festival this weekend, here in Lyon, and dare I say, it was lovely! Photos to come once I get off my lazy butt and skim through the 400 or so I maniacally snapped away. In the meantime, enjoy some porcelain-faced “natural” beauty I found while perusing a local antique “yard sale” of sorts…