Art Camp & No Paris

Holy frick! It's been awhile since I last posted. Well, I have been at art camp in Washington D.C. for the past week and also staying with my grandma and papa. While in the city, I bought a black cloche a la Proenza Schouler. And two pairs of jewel-tone satin flats. And a swingy purple J. Crew jacket. And also two yards of beautiful, beautiful, blue-and-yellow silk. I met a cute English boy on the train up and we talked the whole way. I foolishly failed to obtain his email adress, and he didn't ask for mine... he kind of kept starting to ask but then stopping, you know how boys do that sometimes? Then by the time my stop rolled up, I had forgotten to ask for his, so I just said goodbye and that was it! Ah, well, you live and you learn. Pictures would follow, but my dad probably took the camera with him to Paris. I am very angry about this little development... my father has a terribly wealthy friend named Eric. He is very nice. So he invited dad to Paris, and then offered that my older sister Claire come along to keep company with his daughter (who is CLOSER IN AGE TO ME, but whatever). Before leaving home and while I was still in D.C., Claire decided to take with her my comfy red-and-white wedges, a pair of jeans, and my brown shoulder bag. Please, dear, help yourself to the contents of my closet without my permission. I would be utterly delighted.

All right, I do very much love my sister, but, come on! I fell head over heels for Paris in the scant amount of time I got to spend there, and I can't believe that Claire, who probably couldn't tell the difference between a Cassatt and a Carravaggio gets to spend over a week in this breathtaking city full of art and light and culture, and I got what, two days? Sigh. I suppose that, being a middle child, I am finely tuned to all injustices, so perhaps I am overreacting. But STILL.



Maddy