One Night in Paris
By Jen Wade
October 2009
Thursday night I rushed home after work, unprepared to attend a runway show. My brother saw clothes flying through the air and told me I have too many, and I asked him “then why can’t I find anything to wear!” I threw on a white vintage dress and covered it with a vintage long-sleeve purple floral top. I pulled in my neighbor (licensed cosmetologist and fashion designer extraordinaire) for a brief fashion consultation.