September 27th, 2010

American Classique

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Confession:

When I was in Paris, I stumbled upon the occasional Starbucks. Now, as you know, j’adore the notion of lingering over a latte with my loved ones, but sometimes a girl needs to drink on the go. For the most part, I reveled in the fact that to-go cups were a foreign concept to everyone (other than the little creperie across the street from my hotel that gave me a piping hot espresso in a tiny paper cup). Starbucks, of course, had to-go cups galore, so if I wanted to keep my family moving through the museums, I’d slip into a Parisian Starbucks to fuel the venture. Inside, they looked like any Starbucks throughout America, but some of the names had changed. For example, I was no longer an Americano; I was an “American Classique.”

Today, as fall rustles through leaves that threaten to change, I feel as classic as ever. I’ve borrowed some stripes from Paris but coupled them with my American classic: the charcoal hi-top chuck. It may have taken a little globe-trotting to discover that the classics actually reside in my own backyard, and I may be adding a little pumpkin spice to my latte (thanks, Frothy Monkey!), but the truth remains: I am an American classic.

Posted at 1:56 pm by rachel in: Converse, The Family

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1 Comment

  1. MaryL

    Oh so true, you are an American Classic with a touch of Audrey Hepburn. I really enjoy seeing you in pics with family and your store products. Luv Ya

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