I'm becoming French. I've always admired the women out shopping with their baskets, and even though I have had a market basket for over a year I've never actually gone shopping with it. I prefer to use it for stuff like holding my scrapbook magazines next to my bed.
I had to pick up a few groceries today and I don't know if it's because this basket is new (a gift from Morroco from my in-laws) but I decided to use it. As I was walking home with my baguette sticking out the top it struck me that this was it, I am now French.
Except of course I wasn't fully made up with perfectly coiffed hair like the other ladies!
