Have never understood those ladies who return home from a week of vacation sighing, tapping their bellies and swearing they will immediately start a diet / sign up for Pilates / go cold turkey and resist the temptation of alcohol FOREVER. Not me, I am a woman in control. Or was..
Italy (always a dear and reliable fashion friend - aka: do NOT eat if you want to fit into this AMAZING Prada shift skirt size 38 (for the record: that’s a French 36 and a regular 34)) seems to have become a bit of a frenemy this time and hanging with (very hungry) friends and irresistable food-tation didn’t help much either.
Might not fit my glitter pumps anymore due to over consumption of Prosciutto, Pecorino, Pasta, Salsiccia, Montepulciano, Cantuccini and Limoncello.
Maybe it’s a good thing that good times always fly so fast, and that a week only has seven days.
Packing my magic suitcase to return home am actually afraid I might pay for overweight AGAIN. Not for my luggage, no: for myself.
Will sign up for Pilates first thing when I get back home.
xxx
Today’s shoes are La Strada
P.S.: I had the time of my life! Where are my antipasti!
