(Well, I was hoping to have a whole new blog look to match my new adventure in 2010 . . .but this secret note is resistant to change. I guess I can't blame it, but oh I wish it would change. Anyway, I wanted to give my note a makeover because something new and exciting is happening and I want it to match. So pardon the disgruntled look on my face)
It's official! The day I've waited for all of my Ginger life is fast approaching. Yes, the day I get a stamp in my passport! Guess who's going to Paris in le printemps? Moi, mais oui! And I'm busting at the seams about it. Everywhere I do, I think: I wonder what it'll be like to do such an one activity in Paris. Every dollar I nearly spend I think: what could I buy in Paris with that (now, I know a dollar won't buy much, but at least the blessed Euro is more forgiving of my puny dollar than the pound). And you best believe that every shoe I covet and every dress I could die for I covet and die for because I imagine myself walking about Paris in them. So far I have a pair of red keds. I call them my Paris shoes, it helps keep it concrete for me. And I've already decided that dresses will be my wardrobe staple as I'm living la vie en rose. So stay tuned for this Ginger's Path to Paris, the first step is the toothless smile and pricey pocket passport. I couldn't be happier about the prospect of having an unattractive picture taken of me than I am right at this very nearly passport moment.