Today I learned that the difficulty with having bought a gorgeous bag on holiday, with which you are head over heels in love, is that six months later when you have a question about it, you have to dust off your ghastly proto-French to try to find an answer. (Which, it being Parisians you are asking, you do not get anyway. But youâ€™d expected that.)
The other difficulty is being head over heels in love with the entire collection and having the nearest boutique in Montreal. Ah, the long-distance relationship. Câ€™est vraiment tres dommage; mais câ€™est la vie.
But. It has been a long time without a real post, hasn’t it? Je suis desolee. Life has been wonderful-busy. Specially last weekâ€™s trip to Mexico with Mrs. Sac â€“ with whom four days catching up and relaxing would have been fun anywhere in the world â€“ but with whom four days in paradise were utter bliss. Spending days in bathing suits lazing on four-poster cabanas overlooking the Caribbean and swimming and snorkeling; delicious food and perfect weather and so much to choose from and nothing to do at the same time. Breathtakingly perfect.
And exciting â€“ I didnâ€™t expect to be bitten by a fish (jellyfish?), to pilot a boat or drive an ATV, to come within ten feet of a crocodile (alligator?), to see a Passion of the Christ-meets-Cirque de Soleil spectacular (stunt show? burlesque?), to get in a physical fight with a Russian (Ukranian?). And I now know that if I ever crave attention, all I need to do is go for a run in my â€œFormer Stripperâ€ t-shirt. Not, shall we say, a shy and retiring lot, the Mexican men. Thanks for the gift, Peter. Thanks ever so.
But it was all fantastic. Nothing like â€œThe Ruinsâ€ â€“ which my boss was so sweet as to lend me when he heard where I was going.
We did indeed â€œmake a blast,â€ as we were instructed – and I enjoyed every second.
So now back to life. This weekend, the stunningly dreamy Matt Hall. Next week, a trip to Texas. Then, a stint in the Mansion. Coming soon, a Massive Birthday. A Massively Scary Competition. Life is never dull. Thank goodness!