(They knew they were) Royals


 November, 2015:  Now that life as a nanny is behind me, I am functioning in my official capacity as a journalism student at a liberal arts college.  I am an RA in a freshman girls’ dorm and I teach ballet to local girls age 4 to 7.  Fortunately my experience as a nanny has served me well in dealing with children (especially the ones living in the dorm.)
I’m 20 now, or as my little ballet students tell me, “I’ve had like a hundred birthdays.” I wake up every morning to fresh air from an open window (a habit I formed in France which I believe comes with extreme health benefits) and that awful feeling that I have absolutely nothing to wear

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Aspiring writer and fashion editor, fondly looking to the past to find answers for the future. Advocate for the unconventional, seeker of adventure. Spokesperson for authentic femininity and supporter of Oscar Wilde's aesthetic movement. Ballerina, violinist, traveller, storyteller, hopeful sommelier. Masculinist. Aesthete. I left my heart in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, France. Can usually be found pointing out that the emperor has no clothes on, escaping angry mobs, and making a mean chicken piccata. Indigenous to cafes, New Jersey diners, and antique stores everywhere. Working part time at a combination of all three, somewhere in Kansas. These are the musings of a modern-day nonconformist.


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