March 9, 2012


ACNE dress, CHARLOTTE OLYMPIA sandals, SONDRA ROBERTS clutch, ASTLEY CLARKE hearings and GUCCI sunglasses.

I miss those times when life was easier and a new pair of shoes and a cupcake were my idea of happiness. Don't get me wrong. We all have to grow up. Eventually. But there comes a time in a woman's life when you just wish you could turn into a little girl again and run into your mom's harms to make it all okay...

I've been completely absorbed with work, in a bad way, and the funny thing is: work, used to be my sanctuary. I love what I do and through the last decade, I've experienced a reasonable amount of achievements and fulfilling moments. I've learned a lot, I've lost, I've won, I've gained experience, and all of that because I never stopped trying. Trying to be better than I ever expected to be! Yes. I'm my worst competitor. But lately I feel like I've lost my mojo. I've been questioning myself. A lot. And it's killing me! I used to be so sure about all my decisions at work and now, I feel like a beginner.

If it's true you harvest what you plant, how many wrong choices and mistakes a person can make, to be left with nothing but a huge pain in the ass?

There's so little moments in life when you experience true happiness, "you complete me", "it's a boy", "you're dad doesn't have cancer anymore" or even "you've got an one page interview on Vogue's next issue". Depending on your expectations, an exquisite desert alone can leave a strong mark on your left temporal lobe, where joy lives. So if those little moments are so rare, we definitely should be smart enough to save them sharped in your memory to use them as much needed comfort through troubled times.
So that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm using the little big things in my life to belittle the fucking world crisis. No I haven't found the Holy Grail, but I believe there's a time in a gal's life when you just need to stop and smell the roses. After all, they've been in your garden all along. We are just to busy to appreciate them :)