The last two weeks were a bit of an emotional roller coaster (can you spot the British understatement here?) and it feels incredibly good to finally be able to write a post. Come to think about it, writing is such a luxury... Anyway, here we are. I also wanted to tell you that I enjoyed a lovely dinner at the Ritz. Getting ready was a bit of a challenge, with everything going on. But hey, what's a woman got to do? I had to look fabulous of course. And whether you are French or British, well, if you are a woman, it is all about the shoes. No exceptions. To make matters even worse, at my (advanced) age, every detail counts. I absolutely had to find the right shoes. It was all about the shoes, and I knew it. It took me a long time to find the right shoes. But boy, I found them. Look at the beauties. I felt head over heels in love. Not literally, of course. That said, to be completely frank, I had to practice walking in them for quite some time. I am a bit rusted, you see. Too mumsy, maybe. Life is harsh.
Any mum who has to get ready for a party knows that it requires a military organisation.
For me, it all started six weeks ago. I knew I needed to go back to the gym and lose some weight. So I did. And I need to lose more. It just never stops. I will give myself a bit of time.