Growing up

I never expected that doing a master abroad could have such a strong impact on my life, yet here I am, and everything changed….

For the first time in a long, long time, I just want to live. I want to be spontaneous and go for a walk around town on a whim. I want to go to a restaurant alone if that makes me happy. I want to grab my camera and find a nice spot to take pictures. I just want to do something. Anything. 

I want to challenge myself. I want to be brave and get out of my comfort zone. I want to learn new things. I want to meet new people and be the person I always wished I could be. And for the first time in forever, I actually feel like I can do it. I feel strong enough to stop waiting for things to happen miraculously. I feel like all those walls I created around myself as a shield against the world are not necessary anymore. I am growing up and moving on.

I’m spreading my wings, and even though it’s exciting, this desire to live is so strong, sometimes it’s overwhelming.

It is a hard, exhausting lesson to learn. I’ll be honest, I’m not quite there yet. But there is one thing I am sure of: I won’t be satisfied to just go back to France and be the same girl I used to be.

I changed. I don’t know exactly how it happened, it just did. It will take a long time for me to overcome all of the barriers I put for myself. It won’t happen in a few days or even a few months. But it’s necessary to start somewhere. Isn’t it?

Some news

There are so many things I wanted to blog about. So many things I wanted to share, so many drafts I wish I had posted.

Yet, my last article was on the beginning of November. Many, many things happened since then.

I turned 21…

I learnt how to cook (and became quite good at it, too!)…

 I met new friends… 

I went home for Christmas after three months in the UK….

I watched the Hunger Games 1 and 2…

I wrote my first essays….

I am safely starting the second term of my master…

The list goes on forever.

Ever since I came to the UK, I have considerably less time to blog. I guess this is the fate of any postgraduate student. Studies take 100% of my energy. I have never been so stressed in my life. Ever. I feel constantly overwhelmed by the amount of work I have to do. Everything is new to me though, so I have excuses. Essay writing, independent researching… I just can’t get used to it.


Blogging? Well, be honest, it was the last of my priority. But I don’t want to give up completely because I actually enjoy it. So from now on, I will try to be more organized. I need to learn to balance my life (because, let’s be honest, I don’t have a life anymore. Just going to watch a movie with my friends makes me feel awfully guilty because I should be studying), and I need to do things I like. For my own sanity, I’m convinced it is important that I don’t give up completely on my hobbies.

Hence, from now on, I will try to post an article every month, on various subjects. I’m afraid there won’t be any book reviews in a while, for the simple reason that I have to read SO MUCH for my master that I don’t really feel like reading during my free time.

But you will definitely see food, movies, life in the UK or other general articles in the future, so stay tuned!

See you soon,


Great news!

Hi guys!

Well, I wasn’t really posting for a while, not that I didn’t want to but I had a little issue with my blog (and my posts not showing up in the topic readers), so I was somehow upset by it and didn’t write for a while. But I’m back!

Since I will be leaving for Canada in less than a week now, I’ll probably not be posting here that much. Anyway.

A few news: I cut my hair! Had long, loooong hair for ten years. Suddenly cut it shoulder-length. Terrible decision. But it’s actually all fine, I got used to it more quickly than I thought.

I actually hate going to the hairdresser, because of the prices. When you have to pay 40€ to cut 3cm of your hair, isn’t that just like daily robbery? Seriously… when I think my brother only has to pay 22€ no matter what length of hair he has… it just annoys me. Let’s not speak about hairdressers prices, because it always makes me cringe.

Sneak Peak

Now talking about stuff I did since I’m in holidays…Well, I suddenly decided I wanted to sew. And since I am always a bit too ambitious I chose to sew a toilet bad, not anything easy! It was terrible. Terrible! Took me hours and hours. The result isn’t that bad. It’s just important not to look too closely at it, because of all the badly-made & way-too-visible seams. Anyway. Proud of myself. Actually didn’t think I could finish it. I’ll upload a picture later.

Of course, I also read. The “This Charming Man” book I talked about in my previous post… as well as a few others I had already read before (security security…).

Also…had a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon with a friend (Johnny Depp why so perfect?), introduced Once Upon a Time to my little cousin (pretty sure she is convert now), went to a few family meetings (everyone so adorable!), almost emptied my flat and took all my stuff back at parents’s place, enjoyed summer sales a lot, played the Sims 3 with my best friend…

As I have a few troubles with the application process for next year, I have nothing to officially announce yet on the subject. It’s litterally ruining my holidays so far, and I hope I can be over with it before leaving to Canada or I will be very very upset.

That’s it!

I’ll probably be posting about Alice in Wonderland in a few minutes. I wrote this article a month ago, but with that topic readers trouble… anyway. I’ll be posting it right away.

See you!


PS: LMF is in London right now. I don’t think she will be posting for a while.

Exams in a week

Classes are over. The end of my Bachelor Degree is near, but I don’t want to think about it just yet. It’s scary, and sad.

I have a week to study for my exams. I wonder if it’s enough? I already studied a lot, but somehow it never seems enough. I hope I’ll be fine.

So many things to worry about lately… will I be accepted in the MA I want? I don’t have a backup plan. It better works!

I should stop worrying but somehow I can’t. Anyway!

I won’t be able to post in while, I bet you understand. Exams come first, you know?

For everyone who have exams, do your best! Good luck!



If only Hogwarts hadn’t forgotten my letter…

When I was 11, I patiently waited for my letter to arrive. I seriously did, just as many other children the same age as me. It was nearly 10 years ago… At the beginning, I created all sorts of scenarios to explain why I hadn’t yet received this letter. I remember some of them, like… “they forgot about me!”,  “Maybe I’m under a spell that errased my powers and they can’t locate me!” or “they want to protect me because a very bad wizard wants to kill me!“… silly stuff like this. Who didn’t? I was pretty sure I was a forgotten-muggle-born-witch and that at some point the Magic world had made a mistake and had yet to discover my existence.

It goes without saying that I was an unpopular, lonely, bookworm little girl with lots of imagination. 

I am 20 now. It seems rather certain that I am a muggle. Which is a shame. I would LOVE to be a witch. I am sure I would have been very good at school. But let’s imagine for a minute what would my life have been if I had received that letter.


I took this picture at the Harry Potter studios earlier this year~~

I would have been a student there from 2003 to 2010. Sounds great to me. Those are not my favourite years. I still remember just how cruel children and teenagers can be. A little bit of magic would have helped.

If I am to believe my Pottermore results, I would have been a Ravenclaw. I was surprised. Honestly, when I read the book, I thought “ah, so I would have been an Hufflepuff, right?“. I really admire them, in some way. I admire their qualities. Anyway. Ravenclaw definitely suits me, I guess. Though I am not the hardworker Ravenclaws usually are, I think I understand why the little quizz put me in that House.

I would have been terrible at flying, so Quidditch was probably not for me (I am awful at any sport with a ball, so with or without a broomstick doesn’t make much difference). However, cheering my House team would have been a pleasure~!

The subject I would have loved the most is certainly History of Magic. I know, I know, it sounds terribly boring and all, and I read just like you how soporific Binns classes were. But it just fascinates me. The subject, I mean. I would have loved to learn all those things. In middle school and High School, History was my favourite subject. Seriously. I love it.

Potion would have been terrible. I know Snape was dead, in 2003, so maybe the teacher was somewhat kinder, but still, I know how I cook. I overlook quantities and just stop when it seems right. Potions need way too much precision for me.

Charms and Transfiguration both sounds very interesting, so I really wish I could be a witch for just one day and try those two. Please! I want a wand!

I would probably have had good results to my O.W.Ls, and continued some classes to N.E.W.T level. I am sure it is much easier for young wizards to find out what they want to do with their life. Magic is amazing. You can actually do anything, really…

If I had gone to Hogwarts, I would have graduated three years ago. So, by now, I would probably already have found a fascinating job, maybe at the Ministry? Something like that. Sounds great.

But, all of that will never happen. (Yeah, for those of you who doubted it, I am perfeclty sane, don’t worry!)

And, honestly… since I am French, Beauxbatons would have been my school, not Hogwarts, right?

So, what about you all? Did you dream to receive your letter? How would have been your life if you had gone to Hogwarts?

For those of you who wonder “why such a post?”, well, I am completing application forms for Master degrees lately, and I’m definitely dreaming of NOT having to do all of that right now. It just makes me panic.


PS: please don’t re-use my photo of the letter without my consent, thanks!

I went to the theater…

Yesterday, for the first time in a while, I went to the theater.

My best friend is currently studying theater at university, so sometimes she invites me to come along when she goes to see a show. Of course, I can’t always go, because I have my studies too, and we have to plan it quite a long time in advance to match our schedules. So, we had booked our places for this show in January, I think! Yes, that was a long time ago!

We weren’t going alone, though. My mum and another friend of us came along. Since my best friend usually recommend very weird shows, we were all a bit worried. Last time my other friend went with her, they ended up in the middle of a shooting! Well, not a real shooting, of course, but still!

This time, the title of the show was “Copacabana“. It is a comedy played by three wonderful comedians, one man and two women. They have such an energy that I felt tired for them!

Honestly, I had never, ever heard about a show like this. It started while we were all still waiting in the hall. Yes, we weren’t even sat down at the beginning!

The first actress appeared and asked if we had booked for a table (as the “Copacabana” is a restaurant) and then, like a regular restaurant, we were guided to our tables. The room was awkwardly settled, not at all like a regular theater, it really really was like a restaurant. But not a fancy/normal restaurant, more like an old, deserted one. There weren’t enough tables for everyone, so the four of us ended up sharing our very small table with a single man (who came alone to watch the show, very kind) and a spanish couple. I’m not sure I can convey the whole experience well, but it was really, really funny, I assure you! During the performance, we could chat with everyone around the table, and the comedians even gave us some food (like a regular restaurant!). Well, it did look absolutely inedible, and I still wonder how the woman behind me did to eat it all, but we had anticipated and ate diner before going… Anyway! We laughed so much my zygomatic muscles hurt!

Thourough the whole show, the three comedians interacted a lot with the public. One of the women seemed “in love” with one of the spectator, which lead to hilarious situations, for example when she sat on his knee and fed him with chocolate mouss … Also, at some point, the man (comedian) was “inadvertently” hitting another spectator with a leek, and the spectator threw water at his face! So funny!

I really admire comedians with a strong improvisation power. That was definitely the case of those three, as their performance was partly influenced by the public reactions (the example of the glass of water is very revealing: the actor didn’t anticipate it at all, and was very surprised, but he reacted very quickly, and it was really funny!). I felt like I was really part of the show and I enjoyed chatting with everyone around me as if I was in a regular restaurant. A unic experience!

I would definitely go again if I was given the occasion! Great, great show!

Here is the official synopsis (original version is in French, so that’s my personal translation): 

“Three cooks are living in the kitchen of the “Copacabana”, all three descending from the chef of the legendary circus “Bimil”, that recently closed down. After this closure, our three “cordon bleu”, all broke, decided to open a restaurant.

Therefore, they settled in (my city name), more precisely at the Park’s  Chapel, hoping to make their fortune.

But the months flew by and no-one went to eat at “Copacabana”.

The theater team finally decided to help them out, to take up the challenge and to bring you there.

But be careful! There won’t necessarily be food or place for everyone, as they aren’t used to have clients.

In situations more suitable for circus than restauration, they will try to satisfy everyone of you. Behind the red curtain, there will be a table for you.

Do you want to come for diner?”

My translation might be difficult to understand, I’m really sorry about that. The text was quite hard to translate, as it was full of French sayings that can’t be kept litterally in English…

Well, that was to say: I had a nice night out yesterday! I really enjoy going to the theater once in a while. Last year, I went to see “Berenice” with my god father (a different style all together!) and it was really nice! I hope I can go again before the end of the year.

And you, are you going to the theater often? Do you enjoy it? What is the last show you went to? Please, share your experience, I’m curious!


First steps

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening everyone!

This is our very first post, so let us introduce this blog a bit to you guys!

Do you know just how hard it is to find a blog-name that suits us and isn’t already taken? It’s terrible. We tried so many we don’t even remember all of them. Finally, this one worked and it took us by surprise. So here is Fancy Little Talk! We seriously hope you will like coming there and read our posts.

The two of us will share this blog from now on. We met each other three years ago when we started our Bachelor Degree, and have been friends ever since. If you want to know more about us, please wait a little bit more, we will try writing short introductions later!

Because we are two very different girls, you might end up thinking “there is no harmony or coherence in that blog, it’s so random!”. Well, it aims at being random. It will be multifaced and weird and maybe even unexpected sometimes. That’s what we want to do. There won’t be a subject set up before-hand. We hope to be able to surprise you at some point!

Because we know that a blog has to be regularly updated to keep everyone interest alive, we will try posting at least once a week. If we are too busy, we will make sure to warn you all!

From now on, please follow our blog and enjoy your time here!

Welcome on Fancy Little Talk,

SunsetPink & LittlemissFran