The Rainbow Connection

It is SNOWING IN PARIS! I walked downstairs this morning and just stopped and stared in awe. It is gorgeous outside. The flakes are huge and white and are swirling slowly around the square in what appears to be a perfect dance. People on the street are all bundled up yet still effortlessly exude swanky couture. How lucky am I to be living in this Parisian snow globe?!

I am convinced that the snow is falling in celebration of MOVING DAY!! Yes this American girl is moving out of the hotel this afternoon and into her very own apartment. I don’t think that I am going to be able to express in words the accomplishment that I feel about finding a place to live. I equate it to giving birth or winning an Olympic medal… hey it’s my world, let me have my moment. While our apartment is a tiny little nook of a space, I am convinced that in Manhattan they would throw a wall up, advertise it as a true two bedroom, and charge a fortune for it. I am in Paris…this apartment will serve as a place to sleep and store my stuff. Plus I recently informed my roommate that if I was to become a true Parisian I would have to perfect the big teased hair look, ie shower less. I am convinced that with less washing and some major product, it is obtainable. If I come back bald, you will know that I lost my battle with the round brush.

So now that we have found an apartment I can focus on the real goal at hand ... GETTING INTO PARIS FASHION WEEK! Or should I say sneaking into Paris Fashion Week. Short of befriending Rachel “That’s Bananas!” Zoe (I die!) or stalking Carl Lagerfeld, I really have no idea how to begin this quest. I might have to begin working the corners of avenue des Champs Elysées but as the Vanderbilt Career Center has taught me you must make sacrifices in pursuit of your goal.

The Rainbow Connection is streaming through the speakers in the café as I sip my cappuccino. How right he was… the lovers, the dreamers, and me...