Last weekend I was in Paris for a blogging-photography-photoshop course given by Bri Emery, from Design Love fest, and photographer Angela Kohler (who shot this fun picture). Just fifteen minutes in THAT room, at THAT studio (Studio Vermes near the Bastille), in THAT city would have been more than enough to make my little new bloggy brain swoon. After two whole days in that location with about 20 other amazing, diverse and inspiring women, led tenderly by Bri and Angela (almost holding our hands at times), not only was my new bloggy brain swooning, but it was about to explode! We learned SO much in our two-day program and quotas of inspiration and excitement about new skills, and being with really artistic, stylish, creative and über talented beings (like photographers Elizabeth and Anne, or NGO founder Sarah with Sanejo, or web designer Emily, to name a few) were matched, eye to eye, with high levels of intimidation to keep this little ol’ blog trudging on. Somehow, signing up for and attending a class like this, with people like them, taking time away from my 11-month-old daughter, my husband, and my real job, makes all of this that much more serious…and therefore threatens to hamper my creative process with attacks of perfectionist daggers and zooming bullets of mediocrity. However! HOWEVER! I, Anna Frandsen, pledge to dredge on with my musings while trying to improve my design, my photos and my content. BlogShop Paris was amazing!
I’m here! I made it! I’m all alone in a tiny hotel room on the 7th floor with a neat little terrace with some fun urban landscape views. I’ve wandered, I’ve meandered, I’ve savored and I’ve flavored for several hours this afternoon before nestling into my pi’s and getting to work before my course begins tomorrow. (I even had time to purchase some fun little French clothing for my bebé!). I had an adult “working dinner” at a little café (that means I tick tick ticked away on my computer while having a glass of Chardonnay). These last few weeks have been insane as far as my “real” job goes, and I’m finding that snuggling up with French TV at an early hour is much more attractive than going out on the town, Paris-style, this evening. Maybe tomorrow? (I’m not much of a night owl anyways…). When I planned this little biz-learning trip, I imagined letting my hair down and whipping it around wildly before trotting about the streets, till the wee hours of the night, drinking wine and spirits…the reality has been more like a) I don’t have hair anymore, really; b) I forgot to bring socks and my feet were SO cold in my yellow tenny runners and I just wanted to get back to the hotel for a hot shower (um, Cádiz has yet to get the memo that it’s actually autumn, Paris knows its autumn and seems to already be up-selling to winter. It’s damn cold here for this thin blooded Spanish convert); c) I really, really, REALLY miss my little baby. I know, its just a few days, but every time I hear a baby cry or giggle or stutter, my heart sinks (I also miss el Doctor…a lot, honey, don’t feel left out); and d) I think maybe my going-out/painting-the-town-red years are up? Is 30 old? Is 30 family oriented, short-haired and boring?
Here’s a few pics of my perusal this afternoon (mostly so that you can see the before-after from the mad skillz I’m going to learn tomorrow and Sunday):