my bed time story.

growing up as a brett girl,

i had a father who would tell me a bedtime story every night.

i have realized that even now, as a grown woman, i still need some sort of

nightly bedtime story to doze off to.

in recent years, i have found great comfort in my bedtime movies.

even when i know that i am mere minutes away from blissful sleep,

and my eyelids are heavy as can be,

i just cannot seem to bring myself to go to sleep without a movie on.

and it isn't just any movie.

its a movie that i have seen over & over again.

i believe that the familiar sounds. the music. and the voices bring comfort.

the recognizable noise rocks me to sleep like a little baby.

for the longest time this movie was

father of the bride.

i mean, really. for years i would go to sleep with this movie on.

then i moved on to one of my all-time faves, its complicated.

if you have not seen it.

rent it.

now.

it is amazingly hilarious & hopelessly sweet.

but lately, my movie of choice has been

midnight in paris.

i have been hooked on this flick since i saw it on the big screen.

woody allen mastered the art of quirkiness, per usual.

my lovie always knows when i am getting ready to fall asleep,

because i habitually turn this movie on.

i don't know exactly what it is about this movie that i love.

but it probably has something to do with the stunning soundtrack.

or maybe the fact that the city scenes in paris are simple breathtaking.

or maybe the fashions that are reminiscent of coco chanel.

or maybe even that a small part of me has a big crush on fitzgerald.

whatever it is,

midnight in paris is my current bedtime story.

if you have not yet watched this film,

you really should. 

it is like taking a trip back into the days of picasso & hemingway.

it is weird. and different. and artsy.

but in such a good, good way.

do tell,

do you have a bedtime movie?

or am i the only incredibly habitual girl around?

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