So earlier my office smelled like feet (or the bread they make at Subway, take your pick), now it smells like burning candle wax. Between that and the whole "having to work" thing, this whole "job" is getting to be a bit much.
I'm a thirty-something-or-other, soon-to-be-single, fashion follower headed to the City of Light to Eat, Pray, Shop.
Follow along and see what I'm wearing. I figure if I'm going to be in Paris, I've got to "Bring It" (even if I am limited to only one carry-on bag).