Cafe au lait

I am not an early riser, but at which point I do shake off the anxiety and impending fear of my day ahead, I’m left with one pressing decision. Where will I get my coffee? I don’t always look forward to the birds chirping or the sunlight streaming into the six foot windows bordering the left side of my apartment, but the coffee- oh the coffee- I look forward to. Will I pour some Starbucks iced coffee from a carafe in my refrigerator with a fun (and chemical filled) creamer from the grocery store?  Will get in the car in what I wore yesterday and go through Dunkin Donuts drive thru?  Or will I throw my blindingly platinum hair into the Bardot-esque bun it wears so well, put on some high heels deserving of the woman I know I am and pick a downtown cafe?   The last option I try to always make first.

Here is how to dress for the chic parade to your local coffee shop.  A look that says “I woke up like this,” but also “Yes, I do frequent French cafes.”

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So there you have it.  Here’s to women who seek quality coffee, but also can fake it til they make it with half steamed milk.  You’ve got this!