more fleas, please!

I woke up super early today because I hadn’t had the definite go-ahead to have the day off. Luck must have been on my side though, cause a text came through telling me I’d be needed Sunday instead. So I spent the morning with Paris, aching for some newbie pieces to put my wardrobe in good stead for next week’s appointments. It’s hard to be able to afford all my frocks for work, so I headed for the thrift stores and a flea market over the river. I had twenty euros in my purse, a croissant stuffed in my pocket and about a million layers on under my trench.



I arrived super early and it was like a vintage ghost town, just beyond the gate at Clingnancourt. Just me and jack frost ready to take on the treasure hunt of these tiny lanes and make-shift stalls. Grannies wrapped up in fur sat with their papers and coffees outside their stands offering smiles and tempting me into their caves of vintage. I promised myself I would go steady and had to stick to things I needed. Some new boots and maybies another coat. Problem. I came away with a polka-dot vintage two-piece, two silver beauties and some sheepskin mittens but it’s all pretty special and cost almost nothing. I controlled myself on the crockery stalls, teacups are my sweetest downfall but today I managed to come away with just one. When I have a house of my very own, my cupboards will be full of mixed up china, the cups won’t match the saucers and the spoons will never be the same and you’ll get what your given.

On an interns salary, which is near nothing really, your imagination becomes worth more than the pennies in your purse. The trick of an intern is to do things on the cheap and still turn out like a show pony day in day out. With five years of fashion debt behind me and now my rent in Paris to scramble together, i try to change things little and often. After all, we need to save some spends for after-work drinks to do all that networking lark in this never ending story of interning.
I’ve got a pink-rinse on the go at the moment, my silvery crop takes a dose of it every two weeks and it varies from pinks to lilacs to blues, depending on how long I leave the stuff on for. It’s pretty candyfloss at the moment, maybe I need to calm it?

Accessorise are a blessing too, they can instantly put a new spin on a frock and I’ve got a box full of necklaces, rings, brooches and hair slides I play dress up with. There’s so much hidden away in flea markets, jumble sales and even in the back of my mums wardrobe, that it’s just a case of injecting a dose of your imagination, mixing a little bit of new with the old and making it something that’s yours. For me it’s a case of doing what I can with what I’ve got and right now I haven’t got two pennies to rub together so will be a regular Saturday morning girl at the French fleas from now on. Voila.