In Which she realizes how lucky she is

I live in Paris. I live here. I go to college here. I work here. I have a mobile phone here (with no credit). Let's face it. Paris is cool. Even Topshop right now is selling 'I love Paris' tops. It's in Vogue. It's never out of Vogue but the world is in love with Paris right now. There were even TWO films out this year about Coco Chanel. So face it. I'm here living it up and I'm so hip I'm not even 2010 but 2011. And you? Well you're 2008. Come on people. Get with the program. Move to Paris.

I am never happier than when I am rooting through the shelves of a Vintage shop in Paris and today I went to a Vintage fair. It cost 7 euros to get in and I went with the idea I would hopefully get some little gems for Christmas presents. I got nothing. But I found LOADS. Including two Chanel Handbags, a Chanel military coat. A Lanvin cape and a hell of a lot more. But as I suspected everything was overpriced in Parisian Vintage terms, even the non couture stuff. Yesterday I found another Couture Vintage shop with lots of my favourite people but it was extremely expensive, almost the same as if you bought new. The first place I found with Chanel and her friends is proving itself to be a real gem for Couture at reasonable prices. So I am now saving every week. I will not leave Paris without some Vintage Couture. 

In a side street off Place Pigalle I found a little Vintage shop which looked just like a jumble sale and there I found Chanel for 40 Euros! In my size. Shoes. Battered. Falling apart. Not fixable, even for me who wears shoes with holes in as standard. So I walked out and left her behind. But she exists. And she exists for cheap.