Yesterday I got my hands on my new bicyclette {best said in a sad attempt at a French accent}, and I am sooo excited. I still can’t believe she is mine. Even as I sit here at my desk, I’m trying to schedule my day around a quick jaunt.
Over the past couple of weeks I had been pondering getting a myself a bike. Hubster already has one, so it made sense that I also jump on the wagon, as it were. It would be an investment, so I didn’t want to rush into it. I did my research and when I found the Dawes Duchess heritage lady bike in plum and gold with that little basket + matching handlebars and seat, I lost the plot. It was love at first bike. The colour may or may not have played a vital role. PLUM, people. C’mon!
I opted for a lady bike because 360 days of the year I’m either in a dress or a skirt. It’s a proper lady bike so there is no slouching over handlebars. Husband tried it out last night and he’s actually furiously jealous of how comfy she is. If I may be so bold, I think if a bicycle could be personified as me, this would be it. Comfy with a big seat.
I already have a little DIY in mind for the basket. Some skulls or black and white stripe ribbons are going to happen somewhere upon her vicinity, and of course, some faux hydrangeas for good measure. But for now, I’m off to hit the hills. Fingers crossed they’re to my favour.
xx A
