La mode

I woke up with every intention of finding a French phone today (since I have beaucoup friends who want to get in contact with me…) I looked up where to go and kind of thought I knew where I was going… which if you are reading this, you have probably been lost with me before…The humor in this all is that without a phone to get directions I’m like a wandering pup with it’s tongue swaying in the wind. That being said: I did not find the phone place.
I did find myself in between Chanel and Harry Winston. I swear I didn’t plan this.
There are a couple of things thus far that I find puzzling;
-the street names are in French on the buildings and hard for my American eyes to find
-the Canadian embassy is the only embassy on the same street as Dior, Fendi, and YSL. How did that happen.



La mode


Day 1.
My flight landed at 9 am and I am finally where I need to be at 2:15. I’m not even really sure how I got here besides a miracle or some sort of otherly being. I’ve been totting along 2 suitcases and a “weekend bag” which you may recall, I broke yesterday. You can imagine that I may have some bit of a handicap so I was more than an hour late to where I was supposed to meet Pedro, and my phone doesn’t work so I sat down outside the train and honesty wanted I cry because my hands were so callused and I had no clue where the heck I was going. But, I got up and somehow ran in to two extremely friendly police women who helped me find wifi, which got me to the text from Pedro with where I should go.
I’m thankful, and tired.

Avec l’amour




Here marks the day that I make my trek to Paris to gain the ranks of thousands of over zealous college students as a “study abroad” kid.

As my head is literally in the clouds I can’t help but hone in on how I got here; I can assure you that it has been quite the journey. 4 score and 9 years ago I started taking French at Ursuline Academy where my only real recollection is of a story I made up about a cat and dog that had a bébé. I continued on to study at the University of South Carolina (go cocks!) for international business…But figured out…. After two years…. That accounting/finance/whatever you business majors do ( ❤ ) isn't my ish! So, as any self respecting 20 year old would do- I transferred to DAAP to do interior design. Still trying to figure that switch out myself but hey, it works.

So as it were, I'm en route the city of lights where I will be an exchange student at this dubious place
I’ll be there until I seduce at least one professor— or until January 30th for school. The plan is to trick someone there to hire me for the next semester of co-op, but who knows what’s ahead of me… One thing I can promise is that it’s going to be messy and hot. Just like me on leg one of my journey when my carry-on broke all its straps and I had to pretend I was creative (!) and use some belts to re-do it…. Paris chic y’all.

Follow me on my journey, paix et amour!