Crazy, crazy days. Work is busy, but not overwhelmingly so, and I have been enjoying some summer days and evenings with friends. Last weekend was fairly fabulous -- a fashion week party on Friday, the arrival of Nicola on Sunday, a fashion show on Sunday and then a baby shower for my friend Vanessa on Sunday afternoon. I felt very fancy. This weekend is another big one: celebrating Marco and Pasquale's birthdays, Gay Pride day on Saturday -- my favorite parade of all time, and Sunday the summer flea market in the north. And that is all I have for now. Hopefull there will be many more photos after this weekend of feathers and leathers!


I made it into another blog!


A blog about Amsterdam International Fashion Week, the project that consumed my days and nights last week. If you scroll down, you can find me looking furtive in a euro-scarf, trying to capture client feedback at 11:30 at night. The good news is the paper we produced came out on time and looking beautiful. All was worth while in the end!!

And speaking of fashion, I love Karl Lagerfeld. I just do. A sign on the company toilet says, "Pissing everywhere isn't very Chanel," which sort of sums it all up for me. Here are some photos from the recent Chanel show of two things I covet. A white Chanel wrist bag? Yes! A black and white stunner that needs at least a foot more material on the end to make useful? Sure!
If you can't tell, I am seriously enjoying myself!

Rabito goes to the beach

This was our first trip to the beach with Rabito and we learned quickly that he loved the sand. With his face. Those tubes are the North Sea version of razor clams.

Happy, happy dog.


If pioneer women quit...

I'd have grown up in Kansas.

Hee hee hee. I am fine and feeling really good for getting through (the only way out...thank you uncle carl!) the mire. I understand more conversations now and am making substantial progress, so there is lots of hope. Wee!