I have been desperately seeking Simone since Friday.
Thirty minutes later, I saw her walking down New York Avenue dragging an overstuffed pink Vivienne Westwood hard-side luggage case. Sadly, I was unable to make sense of the conversation she was having via her Beats headset...something about "outer space" and whether her crockpot would still work sans gravity.
Tuesday, April 7
About a week later, a lavendar embossed envelope arrived carrying with it a faint scent of rocket fuel mixed with Tom Ford Jasmine Rouge.
"So sorry if this note reeks of rocket fuel," Simone wrote in sprawling looping cursive.
"But, remember that clever Cosmonaut I met at Lockheed Martin? Well, darling, he has a space shuttle with a basketball court and a soaking tub. Sadly the bar, cupboard and the spa is woefully under stocked. Can you send a up a few necessities (in no particular order)? See below.
Simone's list continued for three double sided pastel pink pages.
No doubt cooking on the moon in 3 inch satin mules sounds like a uniquely Simone branded adventure.
To Infinity and Beyond the District of Columbia, ....
Simone Butterfly has been investigating fashion with a twinkle & a twirl since 2003.