I found this while reading A Cup of Jo.
Jezebel writes "The January Anthropologie catalog knows that you secretly wish you could be a quirky, insouciant French gamine living in Paris. Or at least: Dress like one."
Joanna agrees that she is guilty as charged, and I have to say that there is nothing I want more than to accidentally get caught in the rain while wearing a chic trench and darling dress, sit alone in coffee shops and appear content, and ride bikes with bushels of flowers in the front basket. I also really want this girl's haircut. Don't be all French and pretend like you don't care.