By the time you read this post, I would have landed in Paris, the city of love and light! Yes, I am probably frolicking through tthe cobblestoned streets, indulging my eyes at the museums and drooling over the fashion, and hopefully clicking away with my camera at Parisian fashionistas.
I am away for 10 days for Paris Fashion Week. It is early Spring in Paris, quite cold. This trip I am taking a patent leather bag because it probably will rain a bit, so I’m taking my blue Pauric Sweeney bag. In fact, I am going to view their new collection on Tuesday! Very exicited to see the new colours and styles.
In my tote, I carry some vitals which everyone else also carry: phone, iPod Touch (recently I downloaded a French learning course on it ‘je parle un peu le francais’, which aided me when I called to book our hotel in Paris), glasses, sunnies, pens, notebook, Maybelline lash stylist mascara (the only mascara I wear and swear by, it’s designed for Asians I tell you, but apparently they’ve stopped making this model! So this will be my very last mascara!), Jurlique hand cream
and sunscreen (the new bottle is a lot nicer but Google didn’t find one for me). To be honest, I’m pretty low-maintenance and I barely wear make sup, except for the mascara. Skincare is much more important to me than cosmetics so hopefully I will find some goodies from Sephora. I only found out recently that March in Paris isn’t as warm as I hoped, so I brought along my woollen Country Road gloves as well.
I also have my Paris travel book and writing material. I’m always doodling and writing things down. The purse is my camera bag. I have all our days planned out. I’ve even marked on the map which stores we will hopefully be visiting and all the showings we will be attending for my boutique.
I hope you are all well. Please let me know if you are at Paris Fashion Week as well so we can meet up. This is a buying trip, I hope my selection satisfies my Melbournian clients. I will certainly not skimp on French food either. Really looking forward to going to Le Procope again and visiting Laduree. Macarons, here I come!
