My life, currently.

Maybe a little background for this blog would be a good idea...

Well, I'm in college.  Last semester wasn't busy, but this semester... wooo.  I'm taking 5 classes and interning at Washington Life in DC.  And ironically enough, WL is the reason I decided to start this blog in the first place.

Yesterday, myself and some other interns were at a photo shoot with our amazing bosses, Karin and Kelly, as well as an amazing stylist (and possibly a living superwoman) Lana.  Now, I wouldn't consider myself a "hick", per say, but I am definitely not from a big city - nor do I handle a large city well without google maps.  However, yesterday and the day before are days that I many never forget for a few reasons (see below for a picture).

On Wednesday I was asked to go with Lana to help pull clothes for the shoot on Thursday.  With little knowledge of what to expect outside of watching The Rachel Zoe Project, I did my best to not let Lana down.  Starting our day around the Friendship Heights area of DC we pulled clothes and accessories from a few different stores.  Eventually Lana went to pick up her youngest from school, and met me back an hour and a half later.  We continued to pull and pick up until about 7:30 pm, possibly later.  Even though it was a long day with lots of walking in the cold, at no point did I wish for it to be over.  All I did was call my mother and gush about how wonderful of an experience it was today.  I mean, really? Pulling Valentino, J. Mendel, Burberry, and pretty much everything in between?  In that moment the nagging question started to sink in.  Was I really helping pull clothes for a photo shoot? Wasn't I lying in bed 5 days ago with my puppy running through possible scenarios of what a day as in intern at WL would be like? The truth is, I was doing that exact thing.  But, having an opportunity like this never crossed my mind.  I felt, and still feel, so grateful for that opportunity.

Thursday rolls around and I'm exhausted.  I basically chug coffee and make my way to the shoot and am absolutely floored when I arrive.  Beautiful hotel, clothes everywhere... my first photo shoot.  For the majority of the day I just wanted to help out but there was one moment where it kind of hit me.  In this moment I was watching one of the women be shot in a $17,000 J. Mendel gown in the restaurant of the Jefferson Hotel (really, just google that hotel. Amazing.), and I just... could not believe this was my life.

Sort of lame, but if someone would have asked me 6 months ago what I thought I'd be doing, my answer would not have included the words photo shoot or magazine.  I'm living a dream right now. I want to remember, and possibly blog, every detail.