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Welcome to the Jet Set Life

Welcome to the Jet Set Life

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While the fashion crowd has moved from NYC to London (Fashion Week!) I find myself having spent the last 24 hours travelling as well: from the North of Italy to the North of Holland. Hippolytushoef to be precise, the place where boyfriend grew up, which counts 3.000 souls and double that in sheep.
It is as peaceful here as it was the previous week on holiday, except Italy would be a voluptuous, enormously big-breasted Mamma (the Alps, the Alps!) and Holland a flat-chested teenager (not a hill in sight).

"Hippo" is the place where people don't even know what "Hunters" are (this would totally be the place to wear them, even though there are no Rockstars nor Festivals anywhere near...) but wear typical Dutch clogs for gardening (and am afraid for grocery shopping as well...). Very fashionable indeed.

But hey. After 3 glasses of port with MIL (mother in law... well: to be) on the porch, sitting in the sun surrounded by her beautiful flowers, apple trees and herb garden, I'm sold and ditch the Italian leather for the wooden shoes. Welcome to the jet set life. Ergh.... almost.

xxx

Today’s shoes are (original!) Dutch clogs

Homecoming Queen

Homecoming Queen

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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!

Family Dinner

Family Dinner

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“I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse”! The famous quote from “The Godfather” has popped into my mind quite frequently this week.
Except you’d have to replace the “him” with a “her” (aka me) and the offer I can’t refuse has more to do with Aperol Spritz and prosciutto con melone at an indecent hour (read: right after breakfast) rather than money.

My family is not from the Mafia, but with Ton as our “Padre” it very much feels like a Sicilian Clan when we gather every evening at our huge wooden table that bends under the load of delicious food, juicy fruits and heavenly wine. And just like in the movies, the discussions are loud, lively, with lots of gestures and “i” endings (schnabuletti! wini! enjoy-i!) as you can’t help but develop a kind of Italian-Tourette being here (for the record: Prada will never be pronounced Prad-i).

Well, I guess there’s nothing left to say but (to use another “family” quote): “Leave the gun. Take the cannoli!”
Good appetit-i and PROST-I!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Gianni Marra
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Casa Vieri

Casa Vieri

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Weather gods are a bit grumpy with us (we probably partied too loud/hard/long yesterday) and decided to punish us with some water. From above that is.
So we have switched from bikinis to jumpers (well, who wants to see how tanned we are anyway, summer is sooo last season) and have some time to enjoy the beautiful Casa Vieri we are staying in. It's a dream: old bricks, tiny wooden windows and old stone floors.
The kitchen is huge, with a wooden table large enough to seat an army, and sausages and herbs hanging from the dark wooden ceiling. Down the hall there are a TV-lounge and lovely living room-chill area (with open fireplace!). The bedrooms are tucked under the roof, four-poster beds everywhere: really romantic!

Feel like a princess in a castle (and as we know, every princess needs to own at least one pair of golden heels), as I snuggle up in one of the huge velvet fauteuils in front of an even huger fireplace: the library. So cosy! Found the bible and an old edition of "War and Peace". Couldn't decide which to read first, so am reading my own version of the bible (even heavier than Tolstoy's masterpiece): the September issue of Vogue.

Purr Purr, will never leave again.

xxx

Today's shoes are BEBE

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All that Work!

All that work!

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God, vacation is tough.You work all year only to take one week off, during which you find yourself working some more.. Phew.
And I’m not talking 9 to 5 either. It starts early in the morning, juggling fresh Italian bread (crispy crusts are so hard to cut!) with Nutella and coffee (all the work that goes into whisking the milk for cappuccino: gosh!), and doesn’t seem to end all day.

I mean someone has to cut the oranges for the first round of Campari Orange (and make sure that the ice cubes are frozen in time), open all these bottles of wines and turn the pages of the Vogue September Issue (916 pages, I’m feeling a “Tennis arm” coming on and haven’t even set foot on the tennis court - which of course we have - yet).

And the gardening! Jeez, yes your own garden of fresh mint, thyme, basil, lavender (we need all those for the BBQs and sorbets of course) also needs to be tended too. Luckily I’m here with a great team, all working and enjoying ourselves together... suppose I could get used to this kind of life. Even it’s really, REALLY hard.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Steve Madden

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A Suitcase Full of Shoetation

A Suitcase Full of  Shoetation

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Wohooooo! After a five hour drive up and through the hills between Tuscany and Umbria (note to self: don’t drive off-road with a Fiat 500), we really couldn’t be more rewarded when finally reaching our destination. 10 friends, one week of vacation and an old cottage nicely tucked on the sunny side of a hill, surrounded by olive gardens, old brick houses and bushes of rosemary the same height as me.
HEAVEN!

In all my enthusiasm I almost forget to open the “magic suitcase” I brought. Literally a suitcase filled with “Shoetation”: sponsored and sent by a lovely shop in Vienna (going by the same name), the owner of which, Mr. Lex, couldn’t be more enthusiastic about heels than I am.

And now here they are, having travelled 2.770 kilometers, all shiny and ready to be worn for, well.... my pleasure, the amusement of my friends here (who are already picturing me hobbling on pebble between rosmary and basil): and you my lovely readers to....tadaaaaa order them all!

Make (heel) Mamma proud!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Shoetation

AMS -> BLQ

AMS -> BLQ

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BION*, am actually a fan of abbreviations, especially when it comes to fashion (aka BF spoiling me with LBDs or HHs). Have to confess though that other than knowing my way around VIPs, BCBG, and D&G I was totally WTH? when reading the text “Honey, your undies are giving you a serious V.P.L.-CM: IMO UNAST!”

Who knew, that calling on a friend for advice over a visible panty line could be so confusing? Wouldn’t it just have been easier to say: Sweety, your panties suck, let’s go shopping?
HHIS (hanging head in shame): Am totally not up to the now, and seriously confused that life is obviously not only too short to drink cheap wine (hmmm: short cut for this anyone?) but also to communicate in a proper (aka understandable) way.

Am feeling old. But FTBOMH**: actually couldn’t care less about the topic right now.
Am on my way AMS->BLQ***, and as we speak OTRW**** sitting by a pool VP (very probably) sipping cocktails in the sun.
LOL, BG*****, BBFN****** !!!

xxx

Today’s shoes are WTHC*******

* believe it or not
** from the bottom of my heart
*** Bologna- yaaaaay!
**** outta the real world
***** big grin
****** bye bye for now
******* Who the hell cares