OMG, what a day! Like, seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Saint-Pourcain-sur-Sioule, right? This cute lil’ town in the Auvergne region. I mean, it’s got charm, but today? Ugh.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I spill coffee all over my fave shirt. Great start, huh? I’m sprinting down Rue de la République, dodging tourists and their cameras. Like, chill, people! It’s just a street!
So, I finally get to my first appointment at this boutique on Rue des Écoles. The owner, Marie, is super sweet but her shop? Total chaos. Clothes everywhere! I’m talking like a tornado hit a thrift store. I’m trying to style this bride-to-be, and she’s freaking out. “I need the perfect dress!” she says. No pressure, right?
I’m digging through racks, and I find this stunning gown. It’s like, wow! But then, of course, it’s two sizes too small. Ugh! I’m like, “Girl, we can make it work!” But she’s not having it. I mean, come on! It’s Saint-Pourcain, not Paris! We don’t have time for drama!
After that, I’m off to grab lunch at this cute café on Place de la Mairie. I order a croque monsieur, and it’s like heaven on a plate. But then, I see this guy at the next table. He’s totally staring at me. I’m like, “What’s your deal, dude?” Turns out, he’s a local artist. We chat, and he’s super chill. He invites me to an art show later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”
But then, I get a call. My next client is stuck in traffic on Rue de la Liberté. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s a small town!” I’m pacing, trying to keep my cool. Finally, she shows up, and she’s a total diva. “I need to look fabulous!” she says. I’m thinking, “Girl, we’re in Saint-Pourcain, not Milan!”
We start working, and I’m trying to keep it light. But she’s just not vibing. I’m getting frustrated. I mean, I’m pouring my heart into this! And then, out of nowhere, she says, “You don’t understand fashion!” I’m like, “Excuse me? I’m a stylist in Saint-Pourcain! I know my stuff!”
After that, I need a breather. I head to the Parc de la Mairie. It’s so pretty there. I sit on a bench, just breathing. The sun is shining, and I see kids playing. It’s a nice moment. But then, I hear this loud noise. A bunch of cyclists zoom past. I’m like, “What’s happening? Is there a race or something?”
Turns out, it’s just a local cycling club. They’re all decked out in bright jerseys, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew Saint-Pourcain had a cycling scene?
Finally, I head to the art show. The vibe is totally different. The artist, that guy from the café, has some wild pieces. I’m feeling inspired. I chat with him and a few locals. They’re all so passionate about their work. It’s refreshing!
As the night wraps up, I’m walking back home, feeling a mix of emotions. I’m exhausted but happy. Saint-Pourcain-sur-Sioule, you’ve got my heart. Even with the chaos, the surprises, and the drama, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another wild ride in this charming little town. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!