TICKITY BOO

Fashion is fearless. 

And sitting next to Victoria Beckham during the royal wedding almost caused ME to think twice about the frock selected to commemorate WIlliam and Kate's nuptials.  By the fourth backward comment and the fifth swig of sherry (why is it always COLD in the UK?), I was convinced that it was absolutely fitting to wear the scarlet McQueen feather confection with custom headdress. Fashionable?  But of course. Tasteful?  Tickety Boo, darlings.  It was a moment I shall never forget.  Gliding in, heel to toe, Feathers trailing and fluttering behind...it was pure theatrics.  

Fashion is flawed.

Two days later, I spent the better part of my morning sipping Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque (champagne) and typing up my wedding notes hastily scribbled on the backs of my business cards (I could not seem to give them away).   It must have been the 2nd bottle that did it.  Whatever the reason, the coup (vintage cut glass and perfect alternative to the classic champagne flute)  overturned dousing my keyboard (DRAT) and ruining my hard drive...DOUBLE DRAT!

Fashion is forward.

I am now bidding adieu to Macbook (#3) and all my (now) inebriated fashion files, contacts and legal briefs.  Good bye, lovelies.  I stand facing WEST and what is left of the sun (it’s 8pm) my arms cradling MacBook Pro (#4) christened “Gidget” soon after purchase.

Here’s to a clean slate, darlings!
 SIMONE