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Happy Thirty Nica!

Happy Thirty Nica!

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Today is yet another big day for BBFF (bestbitchfriendforever, and “bitch” in my vocabulary is reserved for the best gals - or best shoes- only...). After getting hitched and honeymooning in Morocco, my sweetie might as well get the sky highs out tonight again, celebrating TADAAAA:
30 years of being lovely.

Occupational duties will keep me from attending the event (*sob*sob*), but must pet my darling mentally at least: 30 is a huge thing for every lady so I thought some wisdom (from my humble experience in life - aka, am older bitch) might very well be shared.

Dear Nica!

Never leave the house naked (I mean it!).
Keep your head, your dreams and your heels high by any means and at all times.
Remember that no one can ruin your day without your permission, but if life is giving you lemons
anyway, keep asking politely where the fuck the additional Tequila and salt remains.

Play hard, play fair, play fabulous.
Don’t buy the biggest lie on earth: “When I get what I want, I’ll be happier”. This only counts if the thing you want comes with a red sole.
Believe in yourself no matter what: sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side. (Plus envy is a fat fake friend to gals with boobs AND brain).
Most importantly though: try to be an adult, but never ever grow up really.

You are one of a kind baby, please do not change for the next 30 years at all.
Keep it nice and dirty tonight. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! Big Love!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Fiori Francesi via Daniele Dentici.
Seriously one of the most comfortable party heels I wore in a long long time.

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Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

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Fog is hanging in big misty clouds and everybody is asleep. Everybody? No. One house is lit with tons of candles and you can hear people singing inside:

Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuuu,
I know you don't speak shoe,
don't fuss around like I do:
one of the million reasons I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu!

OK, that would be me singing, but with my sister's big day finally here (welcome to the Forty and Fabulous club!) and her having had a fridge full of bubbly installed in the living room (fantastic concept!) you can imagine coming up with some Pulitzer-worthy that rhymes is a bit of a long slur... eh, shot. We've been celebrating for three days now and am just incredibly happy to still be able to stand in my (incredible) high heels and to have gotten my lovely sis out of her average Birkenstock's (will mark today red in agenda) and straight into her Bruno Magli's. B-day-licious and am so proud of her! Very good reason to pop open another bottle of bubbly. (Don't worry, am not going to sing again).

Happy Birthday my sweet! Love you to bits!

xxx

Today's shoes are Gianni Marra
Like them? GET THEM!

It's My Party

It's My Party

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Am officially 39 (+) again, and first thing this morning did what a gal does on her birthday: the "did I change overnight"-check.

You never know, with another year on your back: boobs may have sagged, wrinkles appeared, those favorite jeans won't fit anymore or -NIGHTMARE! - you discover it's kitten heels only from now on, as 10 inches turn out to be impossible to wear at your new age.

With BF having surprised me yesterday with the most lovely dinner and friends gathering, I know for sure that I won't fit in favorite jeans anymore, so am ready for yet another surprise he prepared and I DON'T KNOW ABOUT.
Might be A) drinking champagne with friends at an indecent time (again), B) jumping on a private plane (was told keep passport close), or C) - if none of the above happens - simply checking my boobs (they didn't? REALLY?).

One thing for sure: it's not gonna be D) fiddling with camera, heels, and laptop at some unknown location, as E): It's my party, and will just let go, go with the flow and enjoy (undoubtedly in the most amazing heels though: HA! Still 10 inches!)

Happy Birthday me!

xxx

Today's shoes are, oh whatever, let's just celebrate!!!

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Rock’n Roll aftermath

Rock’n Roll aftermath

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Doze off on couch balancing glass of red wine in one hand and remote control in the other, still arguing that the party is not over yet, obviously falling asleep in 5-4-3-2-1-zzzzzzzzzz. First thought in the morning: where am I? Second: what are all these heels doing here?

After realizing that all my post-shoot make up rubbed off on freshly cleaned cover (light beige couch is now Dior-foundation-brown and red Chanel lipstick also insisted on leaving its mark…) and yesterday’s perfect blow dry has teamed up with cozy woolen blanket (read: nest), I try to recapitulate Rock ‘n’ Roll Saturday.

Doing a shoot in photographer-to-be-the-one’s utterly inspiring atelier: check.
Champagne: check.
Balancing D’squared heels on head for portrait: check.
More champagne: check.
Dashing off in BFF’s cabrio (perfect assistant and muse during shoot): check.
Spending 20 minutes in too small convertible between boxes of over expensive shoes (knees folded to nose): check.
Dropping over expensive shoes at home to head for dinner with friends: check.
Wine: check.
King size shrimp: check
More wine: check.
More inspiring conversations and more friends joining: check.
Uninhibited laughter and what the heck, another bottle of wine: check.
Not wanting to go home: check.
Home, ergh…. check?

Will have to simultaneously call personal assistant, cleaning lady and social heel service to take care of the situation. Here’s to the Rock ‘n’ Roll aftermath, where’s my drink?

xxx

Today’s shoes are… very flowery indeed

Blame it on the Champagne

Blame it on the Champagne

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It might have been the ten “New Season Trends” magazines, or the little surprise I had packed for my sweetheart that made me feel “Groundhog Day” again at Schiphol.
While boyfriend (already checked in online) was dumping his tiny bag professionally in “self check-in bag machine”, I couldn’t even lift mine (weight of a baby dinosaur).

I didn’t want to tell him that I secretly had packed champagne for a very romantic holiday start: arriving in Lisbon apartment, surprise champagne, lightening candles, getting rid of clothes and making love endlessly, you get the idea… :-)

Getting a little tired of discussing the matter with (very nice and very blond) lady at KLM counter, boyfriend pulled out credit card without a word and just paid for the overweight (aka his surprise champagne).

We could have bought two bottles for the amount in the duty free easily.
Since the damn thing also exploded (shook between shoe boxes during the flight?) after opening in Lisbon (cheers to inaugurating the new apartment),
and we both fell asleep totally exhausted, I eventually will give up on romantic surprises for good.

I need vodka. Now.

xxx

P.S.: Todays shoes are Adriana V Campanile

Shut up and put the feather mules on

Shut up and put the feather mules on

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It’s BF's birthday, and being the loving caring girlfriend that I am, planned a day for his full pleasure only.Have been meticulously planning the following schedule for weeks so can't wait to:

Get up really early (thought 6-ish would be cool, aka enjoying the precious morning), do some
Qi Gong in the park (weather conditions are so "cool" as well...) followed by light snack (men love "low carb" bars don't they?).

Introduce BF to real shopping experience. Paul Smith, Ralph Lauren, Giuseppe Zanotti (oops, that one would be for me...), getting rid of the old Converse shoes and introducing Oxfords, Loafers and Jodphur boots to BF’s feet. Classics.

Light lunch (aka salad without dressing, who needs a steak on their birthday?) and then my fave: the Spa experience. Haircut, pedicure, manicure, facial, and maybe - if time allows: a massage, because am eager to practice yoga afterwards: am sure BF will l.o.v.e. Bikram!

Ha! Just as I'm thinking how happy BF will be to watch "Studio Sport" after this beautiful day, realise: why don’t I just shut up, pop the champagne and put the feather mules on.

Nothing better than staying in bed 24 hours on an average school day.
Cheerio!

Today's shoes are Stuart Weitzman