Town & Country in the city
My French midterm examination is tomorrow, and I am well-aware that my last update on Miss Couturable was more than four weeks ago. While I am still learning how to balance blogging with everything else going on in life, I already have a list of things I want to share with my fellow lovelies -- as soon I finish taking my last midterm examination next Thursday, of course.

Suit up in Hermès scarves
If I were a guy, I'd want to dress in Hermès. My parents used to save the Hermès men's catalogs that arrived in the mail for me, and I fell head over heels for the polished well-dressed men within the matte pages -- one of the few moments in my life when I wanted to be a boy instead of a girl.

Under my umbrella
At Bryant Park two days ago, I received numerous compliments on my Guy de Jean Cancan Bis umbrella. In addition to its Moulin Rouge-esque froufrou look, it has a sturdy metal frame that has withstood countless strong winds while my friends' umbrell

Announcements and exhaustion
I've disappeared from the internet for a few weeks, and in these past few weeks I've moved to New York City, backpacked up the Catskills Mountains, evacuated a hurricane, torn a pair of shoes, spent a night at the emergency room in the hospital (thank you, my dear suitemates!), wandered around the city (with company) late at night searching for questionable videos, and got nerdy (classes began today and I'm so ready to work). I'm actually in the library right now, realizing that I can't finish my French homework because I left my earphones in my room.As I recover from my phlegm-plagued sickness, I would like to share two articles I wr

Ciao, California!
I found out that one of my favorite teachers from high school, Mr. Near, is dying. He has a few weeks left to live. I visited him on Saturday, and realized how terrible goodbyes are -- for all the goodbyes I have said in the past few weeks, this was the only true goodbye.Mr. Near once said:When I first started teaching, I substituted one day at my old junior high. One of my former teachers, upon seeing me and realizing I had become a teacher, actually said to me, "Oh, I always thought you could have done so much more." I guess in her mind I hadn't "done my best." And, maybe by her standard I hadn't. I would suggest that you find a diff