Took the morning train to Paris,
to look and measure the apartment.
"Oh la la," said in the typical downbeat French way.
The apartment needs more than TLC, it needs a ball and chain.
The walls have been spray painted silver, gold and green.
I don't know why.
I wrote down everything that we needed to do:
Two miles later, I was still penning.
Can a bed actually fit in here?
Chelsea reassured that it could. She said, "Mom my studio is a closet. If a bed can fit in my studio twin beds can fit in this room."
I made a mental note: Anything is possible when you are a student living in 100 square feet.
Wall to wall bed.
When I saw the bathroom I knew the meaning a of pit.
Poubelle is such a pretty sounding word in French, it means, "Garbage."
This bathroom needs a whole lotta love.
A whole lotta everything.
Don't I look thrilled?
I had to think, rethink, and think again, and gulp.
Chelsea added, "If you can make this look like something, than you can make anything look beautiful."
"This is a fun creative challenge!" is what I keep telling myself.
A teacup kitchen.
The crew is going to love my list.
It is going to start with,
And so it begins.