Karen Millen

Miss You Already

Miss you already

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Boyfriend gone, first 12 hours without him: am a free woman, ready to enjoy whatever a gal would do on the odd "straw widow's" night out.
Forgot about dinner, feeding instead on the last alcohol I could find in (HIS!) precious red wine bottles. Shredded all magazines to pieces for new winter trends (all spread out in the living room now, and no one can say anything about it).

Browsed all heel-alicious internet sites for new inspiration. As I found quite some, tried to call cockpit of airline boyfriend is flying with three times to get hold of his credit card number. Didn't succeed. All the Limoncello I imported from Italy especially and only for precious occasions needed to be drunk due to disappointment. Had to watch "Count of Monte Christo" (extended version). Dozed off over googling "South African work and patterns" and turned up like a Keith Haring figurine on acid to work. (Glad you can't see my face: pillow patterns just add that little extra, don't you think?)

Guess what I'm trying to say: Miss boyfriend already, can you please come home?
Other than that: http://eu.christianlouboutin.com/nl_en/women/yolanda-strass.html
Credit cards work overseas, don't they?

xxx

Today's shoes are Karen Millen

One minute to think

One minute to think

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Flight to the Cannes Advertising Festival: everybody is looking perky, energetic, full of spirit, and the plane is filled with expectant chatter.

Flying back a week later, you meet the same people: pale, raccoon eyed, utterly hung over, exhausted, and falling asleep before the captain can even say “welcome on board”. Chat of the day (after three days and what feels like a hundred parties) is not only the amazing work shown in the Palais, but more how “smashed” you actually are, and that you really REALLY will call it an early night…. tomorrow.

The Cannes virus has already taken it’s toll on everybody, but still.
One minute on the beach to think about how lucky you are to share such an amazing time with new and old acquaintances, to be invited to all these lovely parties, gossip and chit chat with a crowd that feels like one big family and look at the amazing setting you are actually in… gosh!

Next week we will all be back in our offices and back to reality, but for now (even though it’s becoming harder to embrace heels as your feet are getting puffier and puffier- blame it on the rosé 😉 - one minute to think must be enough.
The next party is calling. :-)

xxx

Today’s shoes are Karen Millen

In Plain Sight

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As all the gals I have spoken to yesterday AND today seem to be experiencing PMS symptoms (aka PLAIN MENTAL SUFFERING) I think it’s official: the sun seems to be driving us crazy.

Who can blame us? We haven’t had any for months, and since it popped out all of a sudden we obviously do not know how to handle the beauty of 20+ degrees. I also wish I had had just a little more time to prepare for shorty shorts and tiny-T’s. Bare flesh and feet in plain sight for the first time this summer?
Great in theory. And if you have a day off to work on the above.

In the office, pale as a mole and with feet officially bloated like a whale after a five course dinner, my only options are to stick toes in a bucket of ice water and hide pale skin behind a full body condom. Wonder if Karl might design those for me.

I think it’s just obvious: I need a drink, and end up in my favorite bar where the lovely owner is not afraid to take a picture of me being still totally “PMS” (aka Poor Moaning Spirit). Will change that mantra into “Play My Song” and “Please Mojito Subito” now.
Cheerio!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Karen Millen