Cray cray, I have one week until I move to Paris. Très exciting. K has already been admonished for boisterousness with her boys over on Rue Lamblardie, so it should prove to be an entertaining semester. Of course, I am still bumming around the 'burg in complete and utter ignorance of the fact that I'm moving to France. I suppose it will hit me when it becomes absolutely necessary. The fact that my biggest dilemma is still whether or not to bring wellies tells me that I'm not altogether ready to go yet. I really hope headbands and Oxfords translate, or else I'm up the Seine without a paddle. Le sigh.
- Diana
- Soon-to-be Richmond transplant. Vintage clothes horse and aspiring writer.
2 comments:
thank god for this blog...i can only hope that all entries are as deep and profound as this one.
love you hubssss!
--elle jay
actually I was wearing my wellies the other day at school and Arnaud and Seb (the french kids) were like wtf are you wearing, no one would ever wear those in France. then they told me to bring them with me to Paris so that everyone will know that I am American
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