MIRABELLEMIND
MIRABELLEMIND
MIRABELLEMIND MIRABELLEMIND
A personal space about womanhood, living abroad, and the strange, beautiful work of building a life that actually feels like yours.
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The life abroad nobody puts on a postcard.
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The inner work of becoming someone new somewhere new.
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Beauty, contradiction, and everything in between.
ABOUT
JAYDE’S FRENCH STORY
Some people find France. I think France found me.
At ten years old, I threw a very "Parisian" birthday party — Eiffel Tower cake, my golden doodle's hair sprayed pink, berets, and of course, crepes. All the French clichés. For years, I collected Teen Vogue, decorated my room with everything Paris, and dreamed about my first trip to Europe.
As an undergraduate, studying philosophy and psychology, I fell in love with the work of French philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, wrestling with existentialism and dreaming about the Parisian cafés like Les Deux Magots and Café de Flore where he wrote. The Eiffel Tower posters eventually gave way to Monet's water lilies, and somewhere in all of it, I was apparently manifesting a life I couldn't quite see yet.
Then I married my Frenchman from Lorraine, and suddenly, France wasn't a dream anymore. It was my grocery store, my préfecture appointment, my boulangerie, my Sunday mass, my village. C'était ma vraie vie. My real life.
I'm Jayde. I grew up dreaming about France and somehow ended up actually living here, in the South, married to a man from Lorraine.
MirabelleMind is what happened when I started writing honestly about what that actually feels like.
What is MirabelleMind?
The mirabelle is a tiny golden plum grown almost exclusively in Lorraine, where my husband is from. Its name comes from the Latin mirabilis, meaning “wonderful” or “to be admired,” a small fruit whose rarity and sweetness have made it quietly iconic in this region.
Rare, seasonal, deeply French, and largely unknown outside of France. You have to be here to truly know it. That felt like the right name for this.
Mirabelle Mind is a personal space sitting at the intersection of slow living, womanhood, and life abroad. Rooted in warmth, curiosity, and the belief that a beautiful life and an honest one aren't opposites.
It is not about making life abroad look perfect. It is about making it feel worth it.
This is the beginning of something.
Postcards from the South of France. Honest reflections on womanhood, belonging, and building something intentional. The kind of writing that makes you feel less alone in whatever transition you're navigating.
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What you'll find here
la vie douce
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la vie douce ☆