I have a great hairdresser. I have followed her from salon to salon - and will continue unless she moves to Alaska or something. I love my hairdresser. She's cute, she's funny, and she loves my rock-staresque hair, which I often hate.

I have a great nail girl. She doesn't speak a lot of English - but, she loves me. We laugh. Her little daughter and my daughter play together. We're part of the family up there. I would follow her around too... she makes my nails cute.

I have never considered becoming someone's anything. Until yesterday.



Yesterday. Me. At my little part time job... the cute little Italian paper store I helped open three years ago.

I notice one of my favorite clients from The Buckhead Stationery Store I Used to Give My Life To has come in.

Me : Amanda... hi!!

Her: Rachael? Are you serious?

Me: Yes. It's so good to see you.

(hugs) apparently, desiging invitations and stationery together bonds two females to the point of hugging

Cellphone rings.

Her (on cellphone to friend) : You'll never guess who I just found. I know - it's Rachael. I found her... yes, you know - my paper girl. I found her!!

Friend parks car (apparently was in parking lot) comes into store. Jubilation.



That's me. Your Paper Girl.
Some people live to win the Nobel Prize, some the Pulitzer. Being called someone's Paper Girl, was something I didn't realize I aspired to. Until yesterday.