Swishy Fashion Girl

Fashion Wanna-Be

Forgive me, I just watched back to back episodes of that runway show, what is it called? The one with Heidi Klum and all the designers. I never get to watch it during it’s normal time because it’s Law and Order all the time at our house. But when I got home from my meeting today I decided to knock off the work early and break my most important rule. The one that says no television before seven pm. And what better way to rebel than flip on Bravo?

I’m totally inspired by the designers. I want to get my sewing machine out and sew itty bitty skirts with exposed bias tape seams and frayed edges. I want to make a purse out of those silky stretchy pajama bottoms that I never wear. But the reality is that even though I think it would be super fun and glamorous, I know deep in my heart that I’ll never be a fashion designer. When given the chance, and I have been given a few chances, I design the same slinky women in uninspired skirts and tops. I think I have more fun drawing their womanly curves and angles than I do the clothes I put on them. Sure color is fun and I love a swishy* new outfit but no matter how much I love fashion I am just not a fashion designer. Plus… um, I can’t really sew.

*term borrowed from Em’s Soy Boy.

Paris by map

Paris by Map

I bought a six foot map of Paris. It’s fantastic. I taped it to the wall above my desk and I stare at it all day long. It’s taken me a while, but I’m starting to put the pieces together. I’m starting to have an idea of the adventure I will be going on. It’s going to be crazy and exciting. We are going to see so many things. I figured out where our hotel is. I’ve even emailed them to inquire about wireless internet. They don’t have it but they do offer “acces Internet in your room by the telephone connection with telephone wire. The communication are payanrest,” which sounds slow and expensive. But we will be in the middle of the super trendy (that’s what the guide books say) Le Marais district so I imagine it won’t be hard to find an internet cafe. I hope I can keep up with this blog and my addiction to the email. Hopefully the transition from blogger to MT will be done by then.

Pounce, my cat, helped me with my maps today. He felt he would get a better understanding of where things are if he took a nap right smack dab in the middle of a big map. Osmosis or something. After all, this whole Paris thing started because of a dream I had about taking Pounce and my mom to Paris.