As the crow screeches, I step down the stone steps with a quiet and quick pace.
Quickly I turn like a novel dancer and slam the old gate door behind me.
Its tune matches the crow.
With a nod and twist, I continue my walk.
If you're a late 90s/early 2000s kid like myself, I'm pretty sure the two of us would have
had a playdate consisting of watching Country Mouse, City Mouse whilst
munching on Anne's mac and cheese.
Okay, I totally just made that up right now but seriously . . .
Society these days seem to be infected with a virus known as the cell phone . . .
Yesterday I wore my pillbox hat from Sur La Tete, along with my vintage black
gloves (belonged to my grandmother), my black flats, and my professional-looking blue
dress from Coldwater Creek.
. . . Let's just say the elderly enjoyed my look while the middle-age construction
worked along Van-Ness looked at me as if I was the Mad Hatter. . .
I trust that you all know that I am a French fanatic.
So I suppose it was only natural that I went to Georgetown's French Market for the second time!
In case you did not know, I am absolutely in love with CW's "The Carrie Diaries".
The weird thing is though, I kinda feel like Carrie Bradshaw sometimes.
Oh tulip tree, you could have fooled me . . .
I almost mistakenly took your white flower pedals as snow but then I saw them fall as small, growing green leaves begin to take their place and I remembered that I was walking in 90 degrees weather . . .
And yes, spring hasn't officially been around for even month!!!
Maybe it's my vintage nogalista hitting me again, but I really want to find an authentic 50s diner or 80s arcade in Washington DC and just hang out there for a couple of hours.
Since I live and go to school in Washington DC, I suppose it's only natural that I frequently find myself surrounded by the style that is adapted by hipsters.
. . . Let's just say I find their whole label a joke . . .