THE FASHION SHOW

A fashion show in France. How freaking awesome is that? Marie (the mother of my family) asked me one evening if I would like to attend a fashion show with her. My answer was a quick yes. We got all of our fancy clothes on and drove to a beautiful building just out of town.

Little did I know, Marie is actually kind of a big deal in Mazamet. She works directly with the Mayor making big decisions and helping the town succeed, as she likes to call it. Just outside the building, we ‘met up’ with the Mayor of Mazamet. The Mayor in this town is a really big deal. I am so sorry for this, but back home, how many of us know who the Mayor is, and really give him the respect we should? Not enough. The townspeople in and out of Mazamet treat Mayor Olivias like the President. Mayor Olivias is always delighted to see me as we have met before. We walked where we were shown to our reserved seats on the front row. Marie, the Mayor, and me.

Now they must think that I am some sort of ambassador for something very important in the united states, because everywhere I go, I keep getting these announcements and introductions in my name, when really there is no rhyme or reason for it. And that is exactly what happened at the fashion show. I got a shout out, and they had me stand up, and talk with the announcer. Seeing how I couldn’t actually speak the language he was speaking with me, I didn’t really talk at all, more like stood there with my mouth hanging open.

The fashion show was very exciting, with all of the high fashion craziness, to the thinks that you wish you could have and wear, to the ‘why would anyone think of this.’ I had a wonderful time with Mayor Olivias and Marie at the fashion show in France.