Life always seems better after a dance party

Just finished an hour long dance party to GirlTalk and couldn't be better! Do you ever have one of those days when nothing goes the way you want or expect it to go? Well, that was my day yesterday and part of my day today. Yesterday, I walked into the city (a whopping 6 miles) so I could check out a shoe store that specializes in people with ginormous feet like mine. Paris is a shoe capital with really inexpensive funky shoes but finding shoes in my size is like a treasure hunt. I was really excited to find out about a store in the city that carries my size since I wanted to pick up a pair of boots (every woman and child here has a stylish pair) and shoes that are comfortable to walk in.

I arrived at the first location of the store, Sagone, but their selection wasn't very big. They told me to check out their other store which was about a mile away so onward I went with the hunt for fabulous French footwear. The second store had a huge selection and I found great boots but decided not to get them - I couldn't really justify spending 95 euros on boots that weren't even leather. However, I did find a funky pair of Mary Jane's with a comfortable heel that I was ready to buy, until they told me they only had the one shoe I had tried on for size. Apparently, someone stole the right foot of the shoe from their store and I was out of luck. Needless to say, I was disappointed about making the trek only to go home empty handed.

Who steals one shoe?

When I got home I thought, OK, I didn't end up with awesome shoes today but at least I'm going out dancing tonight with Laura. Not so much. The place we were going to samba dance had advertised the times of the event incorrectly and instead of starting at 8:30 like we thought, the dancing didn't start until 10:30. Laura and I just went to a bar down the street to catch up and discussed dating in France (never a dull topic), careers (she's looking for a new one) and money (my loans finally got approved!) We made our way back to the samba place at 10:30 only to find out that some of nights events had been canceled. The dance teacher was stuck where she was because of the impending transportation strike. The strike was supposed to start today, but apparently, it started early. Laura and I decided it was better to make sure we made it home than stay out. Luckily, we didn't have any problems getting home.

The fun continued this afternoon when I went to the library and was reading while charging by computer battery when the girl at my table accidentally kicked the outlet and broke my converter. I was thinking to myself...Are you serious?

When I called my mom to recount everything , she said I was sending out negative energy which was why things kept happening. I decided to have a dance party to "change my energy." Nothing beats jamming to GirlTalk in your Parisian apartment and doing dance moves that you wouldn't dare showcase to the public ;)

The bedroom - my bed that sleeps 1.5 people

Bedroom window - so much natural light

Desk/Armoir