A Paris Birthday

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My littlest lady turned 8 recently and asked for a Paris birthday party. We kicked it up a notch and hosted a Posh Paris Petshop Party and invited a few girls to bring their (stuffed) pets to get glammed up. We loaded up on cute ribbons and scented sprays. The girls had fun. We served all sorts of paris style treats and had a fancy tea party. Her grandmother gave her a few Eiffel Tower decorations for her bedroom, so we used them to decorate for the party. It was all so sweet. 

To top off all the paris style details, I gave her a copy of Paris Street Style: A coloring book. She had been asking for a grown-up coloring book, so she was so excited to see one all about Paris. The book is super nice, with study pages and detailed drawings. I also like that it has an elastic strap which wraps around the entire book. It's so posh looking! I think, of all the grown-up coloring books I have seen, this is the nicest. 



Thanks BloggingforBooks for my copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. 

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