Of Note: Bonjour Dijon
Gabie and I may be a little obsessed with finding the perfect mustard cardi. Many a text has been devoted to near sightings of said cardi. Many a picture has been sent where I curse the iPhone’s white balance. A handful of purchases have been made. But the search continues. If anyone out there finds a cardi the colour of breastfed baby poop, give me a call.
Happy Wednesday, folks.