THE PERFECT LIFE

I'm always amazed how people make assumptions about your life. Great marriage, cute kids, good life! everything looks so perfect from the outside!
the cold truth is, well, not so cold in my opinion, perfect lives have flaws. and flaws are part of who we are and how we present ourselves.
in an era where "real people" has more followers than actual celebrities, we're drawn into these worlds where everything has a specific aesthetic, a consistent color palette, and those lives are suddenly a brand, and it seems like they're selling a life style instead of actually living it. I blame the social networks. of which I'm a slave myself. sometimes I caught myself regretting not sharing a moment with "the followers" than treasuring that moment in my heart or my memory. gosh! how the hell did we end up like this? these type of behaviors probably take a big chunk of our day. all these sharing, liking, posting, pinning… and it has to be consistent!! Facebook, twitter, instagram, pinterest, polyvore, I'm on it. and every day I'm amazed. amazed and exhausted. amazed with the consistence of some profiles, especially on instagram, and exhausted for them. the users. I truly believe it must be exhausting clicking your life exclusively from the above, or search for the perfect picture that goes along with the fifty shades of beige consistent with your profile. not to mention the outfit of the day picture. lol with prejudice.
I have to admit that sometimes, once in a while, I aim for a profile like that. clean, consistent, uni-color. but then, no. no I can not. I refuse not having the chaos, the colors, the nonsense of life. my life. Of course I carefully edit my posts. I even tried to ensemble a collage with some kind of consistency to illustrate this post. but I failed. I went through hell to getter some photos and I ended up cropping a piece of my instagram page! (sincerely lol)
No one likes to show their weaknesses, their flaws. But you know what? Flaws are beautiful. And my life and I are full of them. may be that's why people like my profile so much… kkkkkkkkk

BUTTS AND OPINIONS...

 

Vika Volkute for Glamour Italia October 2012 

I found it rather annoying when self-made entrepreneurs start to pray formulas to achieve success and stardom. Okay, I get it, they've made it, usually in a short amount of time and with tremendous success. But that doesn't mean you've figured it out the matrix of the road to get there! Recently I've come crossed this article on Forbes: 5 Career Mistakes You Will Regret in Ten Years.
Rick Smith, Forbs contributor, serial entrepreneur, bestselling author and speaker, prayed in five simple and pragmatic points the clairvoyance of identifying rookie mistakes we all make along our careers. Allefuckinluia!! It was about time someone speak up in the name of those who hold the key to the big gate of success and help we all, ordinary people! Bull crap, and I'm gonna prove he's wrong. So here are the 5 mistakes:
1. "Network only within your company"
For six years I was what I like to call an international/social-network whore. I've done it all. Trade shows, fashion weeks, events, I've built a global network in my twenties that could blush any over 30 entrepreneurs. Social-network: Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, Polyvore, Small World, blogs, you name it. I still don't know how did I keep up without a team of 10.
2. "Make decisions based on money"
For three years I've worked without a salary. Our company was a start-up and all revenue was to invest in the company. So I managed to get money from side jobs and never questioned my commitment to a career that wasn't getting me any.
3. "Avoid Failure"
For six years I was out there. I mean it. Uncertain paths, high risk decisions, taking changes and always putting myself exposed to what it could turn out into a tremendous success, or failure.  "Difficult situations lead to accelerated growth", so Rick says.
4. "Buy a House"
On this matter I couldn't be more mobile. I'm proud to say I was freeloading in my fiance's house :)
5. "Miss opportunities to help others" 
Well, I don't. I am those type of people who can not help themselves helping the peers and re-joys with the feeling without any expectation of return benefit. "Positive Karma" that's what Rick calls it in his book  The 5 Patterns of Extraordinary Careers. Apparently he really really digs the number 5! Go figure... Well I found out the hardest way that the ones you most encourage, help and coach, are also the first ones to screw you the minute they have the chance. Bazinga!

That's why nowadays I really appreciate the ones who have the courage to expose themselves, and share their failure stories. It takes a lot of guts to say "hey. I did everything I was suppose to do and still, I was short on the luck factor"...  This is what I think most of the time is determinant to make it: LUCK. Some people are born with the lucky star and they don't even have to bother being at the right place on the right time, 'cause luck makes its way to find the lucky bastard.
So Rick, next time you feel this uncontrollable urge to spread words of wisdom make sure you start with an honest statement kinda like this: "hey. I'm nothing but a story of success, but here's my personal experience, this is my truth, my reality, hope it helps". "in 5 Steps". This book, I would buy.

THE NEW APPLE PAI

So a few months ago I was drawn into start a new side business by some very persuasive friends. "oh your apple pie is so good, so different from everything we've tasted, you should brand it!". And so I did. APPLE PAI wa born and now I spend more time baking than I anticipated... not bitching about but I just hope it doesn't spoil the fun of baking for pleasure. The days of "sweets for my sweet" are gone and a new era of "sweets for a bunch of people I don't don't know" are here to stay :) yum yum!

THE BEAUTY OF SECOND CHANCES

A few days ago I read on Twitter something like "fuck second chances! people never change!!" type of bullshit. And it got me thinking. Here it begins the problem. You should NEVER give someone a second chance if you're relying on that person to change! Huge mistake.
Second chances are based on forgiveness and acceptance. Not on "change who you are so this all works out" kinda deal. Probably he or she was right. People never change! So why the hell will you, in your perfect state of mind, give anyone, a second chance??

10 years ago today, an American girl returned from Paris. Carrie gave Mr. Big a second, or to be more accurate, a third chance after from what I remember The most romantic, breathtaking and yet unlikely rescue from the small screen history ever. It was most expected and we all gals (and some dudes) cried for at least a week. And yes. It wasn't real. Because in real life these types of happy endings never happen. But you know why?? They would if we stopped giving second chances based on false pretenses!!!! Carrie didn't take Big back because she was expecting him to change. She did it because, after 6 freakin' seasons, she finally accepted him from what he was: a selfish  abnormally good looking guy with some serious commitment issues, who happened to lover unconditionally.

 I am a true believer in second chances. What would life be without them? You would never be able to take that exam again to get a better grade, you would never had your driving license because you stupidly didn't pass the first time, or you could never give the one you love the chance to just tell you "hey, you know I'm better than this, please find in your heart the straight to forgive me. we all make mistakes". Don't we?...

If life itself is willing to give us second chances aaaaall the time, why can't we do the same for the ones who have a place in our hearts? After all, they're the ones who deserve it one. Some choose to call it a leap of faith. I prefer to call it "the small Big thing I will never regret".

YSL SOIREÉ @SEPHORA

I had a great time last Friday at Sephora.
Anyone who knows me knows that I love anything to do with makeup and glam!
And if you add that to a couple of champagne flutes you just make my day. Or evening, in this case.
The music was great, the vibe was fun, there were a bunch of "cigar girls" giving samples of the brand new Rouge Pur Couture Vernis à Lèvres Glossy Stain, and I had the chance to be dolled up by one of my fav YSL makeup artist, Mário. Hands up!




I bought the most amazing mat lipstick on Grenat Satisfaction color. Loved the name. And this lipstick is so good that when I left Sephora I was totally in the mood to kiss and tell...
I just wanna thanks Carmo for the invite, a great blogger and a better illustrator. She was there with the brand in this cutest black and gold booth giving away YSL bags with a very, very chic illustration that she made especially for this event.

CHERRY ME

Necklace PITANGA; Pumps PRADA; Swimsuit HERVE LEGER; Bracelets DSQUARED2; Lipstick YSL; Blush DIOR.

Lately I've been completely abscessed by everything that's cherry color. I don't care that much for the fruit, but the color, yum yum I can't get enough! It's in my wardrobe, it's on my nails, it's on my lips, it's everywhere! I'm one step away from painting my son red cherry :)
A few weeks ago I went out wearing nothing but red cherry. Dress, necklace, lips and nails. Well, at least I wore nude pumps... I was afraid I might offend someone. Visually :)
Eventually I'll be in the mood for another color. Lets just hope it's not acid yellow LOL.

IT'S A NEW DAWN. IT'S A NEW DAY.

Good things always come to an end. That's the truth. But it's also true that in order to experience new good and exciting things you must let go of the old. Most of the time it's painful, but it's much better to watch good things go away than watching them go sour... believe me. It may sound like a bold statement, almost an inconvenient one, but people tend to hold on to things, moments, more than they should. It's part of human nature. And it seems to me that this inability of "letting go" is much noticeable on women's DNA than on guys'. But the fastest you learn how to let go the better. It's something that comes with age. God, I'm starting to sound like my mom. Anyway, lately I've been coaching myself the fine art of "letting go". Not easy my friends. Especially when we're talking about something that you worked so hard for. But still, you have to make it work. You do it gently. Take your own time. Put your fears behind and move forward. Even if you have to start everything all over again. You just do it. 'cause that's what makes good things come to you. Fuck The Secret. The secret is not taking bullshit from life. Own it.
I'm loving my new atelier. And as much as sometimes I'm shitting my pants I would not trade it for what I was doing before. The old. 'cause that's how new good and exciting things happen.

GQ AWARDS, SEE YOU NEXT YEAR. DEFINITELY.

GQ Men of the Year Awards turned out to be a great event. And for me, it's hard to catalog "great" a portuguese event. Well well, there were quite some international somebodies but it's not it. It was tasteful, trendy, fresh and glamorous enough. And the people invented (like me :) were the perfect match to a successful evening where was expected beauty, fun and some awards involved. The place was very well chosen at Cidadela de Cascais and either the room where we had dinner or the room where the actual event took place were sexy and GQ all the way.
I must highlight the presence of a very strong group of international celebs such as Dsquared2 boys Dean and Dan Caten, the breath-taken Izabel Goulart, Bianca Brandolini with a huuuge entourage (it turn out great for net-working), and Andrey Smidl so baby boy I swear to God that after dinner I almost burped him :) Congratulations GQ Portugal and to all the great team!
My Pitanga creations were a big success, again, hope it start to sell like crazy!

 My-cute-self, Manuela Marques

 The beautiful TV host, Helena Coelho

WTF SJP ?!

Sarah Jessica Parker should be ashamed of her latest "charity act". Actually, if I were her I wouldn't leave home for a month or two just to make sure I wasn't attacked by a Sex and the City crazy fan or a charity activist. (I am sure there are some)
It starts today, the Gotta Have Rock and Roll’s Rock & Pop Culture Auction 2013 where a bunch of celebrities have donated shoes to raise funds for the LaGuardia High School for Music, Art and the Performing Arts in New York. To this benefit little Sarah generously donated three signed pairs which were worn on the set of Sex in the City as Carrie Bradshaw. Okay, you can tell me "oh no no no, she's the best, she donated 3 pairs when everybody else donated one". The thing is: along those 6 seasons (which I'm so grateful for) and the two movies (which I secretly wish they had never happened) she brought to her personal collection hundreds of shoes! And the best she can do is a pair of Prada Serious Uglyiness peep toe heels, a pair of Dolce Vita Everyone Can Afford black pumps, AND a pair of Average Jonathan Kelsey strappy sandals so outdated as his website, in which the last collection you'll find there dates back to Winter 2010!!! Whatta Fuck?! And as far as I'm concerned , the only Dolce I know, is followed by a Gabbana.
I couldn't even found the courage to post pictures of them to illustrate my post, so ugly they are! Hello Magazine itself wrote about this publishing fabulous pictures of the series avoiding the ones of the actual shoes! Google them and you'll see what I'm talking about.
By this I'm not saying she would get rid of, excuse me, DOnate the iconic silver Manolos stolen at that fateful baby-shower, or the Choos that were stolen from her feet in the Street of Nowhere corner to I'm So Lost Avenue. Or even the perfect blue Manolos with what Mr. Big proposed to her. God forbid. No. I'm just saying that she wasn't really elegant, or thoughtful when she picked those styles. Something stylish, timeless, would raise much much more money for the cause, I'm sure, and the Sex and the City fans wouldn't be felling insulted. As I am. Right now. There you go. I said it.

BONJOUR LOUISE!

BONJOUR LOUISE! by manuelamarques

 The art of being gracious is some how forgotten in an high brand pair of jeans and a Vuitton bag. When the hell it started to be okay to carry this two items to any type of event regardless the purpose.

Adjectives like casual, effortless are often mistaken as a free pass to just don't give a shit. Or may be they do, but God forgive them, they don't know any better. This lack of commitment to etiquette I believe it started at Avenue Soccer Player Wife corner to  Pop Singer Gone Bad Square. A mix between "I can do whatever I want" and "I've got so much money and don't know what to do with it" completely ruined the ceremony around dressing up to an event. Any type of event. whether is going to the theater with your gals or going to a trendy gallery opening.

I long for the days when women will start to give a shit again and return, not the the Hollywood  30's glamor, but to a proper "I do appreciate all the opportunities the Universe gives me to brush my hair properly and put on a dress". And if your very very out-there, you'll where a fabulous pair or Pitanga earrings :) no publicity was intended LOL. 

WHEN IS IT OKAY TO BE OKAY?

The moments that define you in life are usually the most painful. A disappointment, a failure, a loss, a silence, an absence... All these things combined, could most likely create an all new concept of pain and a new word must be born to describe it. The ones who survive such devastation, are also the ones who, slowly, clean the rail of sorrows and transform the sadness into newborn joy. That's quite a challenge and quite a win if you make it without becoming bitter. I even dare to say you are a winner. A fighter!
I myself consider myself a fighter. A good one. But how winner are you if the time you take to heal turns into unacceptable?
The ancient people took decades, even centuries to conquer land and entire cultures, and they seemed okay about it. Even my mom says "one battle at a time my dear". But I'm an impatient being, and for more than three years now I'm impatiently waiting to rebirth from the ashes. And as I win one more battle (and realize it's not the end of it) I can´t help but wonder: when is it okay to be okay?
The more I think about it, the more I get the feeling that sometimes you just need to stop fighting. Because maybe you'll never get to that point you think it's the best for you. And all I've learned is that there's no shame in admitting you're tired. And sometimes it's fine to allow yourself to be okay even if you're not quite there. Maybe I'll never be that person again. People change. And with some luck, for the best.
Never settle for less than you aim for you. But once in a while, give yourself a brake. If you're the fighter kind, you do well deserve it ;)

POINT OF VIEW

(view from home)

One of these mornings, I went to my terrace to light up a very early morning cigarette. It's becoming a shameful habit of mine, which soon, needs to be fixed. So stressed out, so absorbed with my stupid problems that I end up facing the glass of the door and turning my back to one of the greatest things I have in my life. You see, I have "the" view of Lisbon. The old river, the bridges caressing it, the aged town diving in it... Unfuckinbelievable! And I witness all from above. Veeeery above.
And there I was, having a smoke, and taking it for granted. "Landscape has no owner". I get that. But I'm sorry. This one is mine. It has been my confident and companion for several years now, and that day it became an eye opener too. While I was stressing about shit, and smoking like a maniac, I saw through the reflection of the glass door, the most beautiful, poetic, almost illegal scenery I forgot that existed. How can I've been turning my back to all the magic things I have in life??? Yes, three question marks are mandatory. We're all so absorbed with mundane stuff that we keep missing the point. The point of life. Which is: living! Quite basic right? But we insist on forgetting.
So next time you're neglecting the good stuff like I was/probably still am, do me a favor, will you? Don't. It's a waste of life. (It's only my point of view :)

STOP AND SMELL THE COOKIES

Gabriel's Lemon Cookies

Shitty day. Unfortunately they've become a regular. But some of us, the fortunate ones, have cute little things to come home to and make it all better. Mine happens to smell insanely good, with an extra: today I got home to find my baby's hair smelling like chocolate cake. Yes. Yummy, freshly baked, luscious chocolate fudge cupcakes.
Every single day we wake up (or he) at 7 a.m., 8 a.m. (it doesn't matter if it's still dark outside), and little Gabriel goes to the kitchen, grabs a few essential baking supplies and looks at me and says: "CAKE". Clear and effective. And as much as I try to pretend I don't get it, he reluctantly keeps repeating it (and believe me, it can go on for an hour), until he brakes me and together, we start our daily task of making our home smell like a french pâtisserie, mais bien sûr :-)
Today, it was chocolate cupcakes, like I said it earlier, and that's why his golden angelic hair had the aroma of chocolate cake straight out of the oven. Mix with is natural sense. Heavenly! Needless to say that I couldn't wash his hair when I bathe him latter on. Hopefully I saved some to sniff tomorrow morning:)

Of course after baking several days in a row, I've extended our repertoire and we now have some hits. One of the crowd's pleaser is our own recipe of lemon cookies. So, after persistent requests for our top secret recipe, there you have! Enjoy.

- 125g butter (room temperature)
- 90g sugar
- 1 egg yolk
- zest of one good lemon
- 180g sifted all-purpose flour
- 1/4 tea spoon salt
- love and patience to wipe up the mess afterwords :)

Preheat the oven to 170º C. In a medium bowl, mix together butter, sugar, egg yolk and zest of the good lemon you bought in your local market. Gradually blend in the sifted flour and go dirty and use your hands. At this point your kid is already covered in cookie dough and started to eat it raw. Perfect! Turn the dough out onto a floured surface. Roll out and cut it into any shape you like. you can also go crazy with some sprinkles if you have it around. Spread them onto a tray with a baking sheet. Bake it for 15 minutes or so. Better keep watching :) Delicious, pure yumminess, and the best time with you kid:) Happy Days!

STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES

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 :)

LET'S GROW OLD TOGETHER AND DIE AT THE SAME TIME

Carl and Elli, UP - Disney Pixar

We didn't have an idyllic beginning... if I recall, I wasn't very fond of you :P But one day, we happened to be at the same place, at the same time, without having nothing better to do. And we kissed. (pause) It was one of the few times that I appreciated the Universe for showing me that I was wrong. (and you know, I'm always right). People say that you know everything on the first kiss. All I knew, was that I would never be the same person again. Well, I would still be myself, but completed.

It's funny how most of the time people and common sense are right. On our very first, and long kiss, I knew that you would be the grand father of my grand children. Just like that! One minute I hated you, the other minute you had overwhelmed my world. And it has been like that ever since. Thirteen years today... one year of marriage... one cute little baby who has you, written allover him. Could I have been more blessed? I guess not. I found in a very early age what most people are looking for their entire lives.
So, I know I've already proposed to you, here, if you do remember, but I have another proposal for you: Will you hold my heart and keep it safe, because I can't bare the weight of the love I feel for both of you, my angels?

happy birthday my beloved

BIRD CAGE

Giuseppe Zanotti Sandal and By Malene Birger Bag. All available with discounts at PITANGA.COM.PT

Four months ago I became a mom, and ever since I feel like I'm in a bird cage. I'm not saying I'm gonna loose my freedom forever, but these little birds are quite a lot like those pigeons you have under your window and can't get them to shush! Eeeeevery time with their little beaks open, relentlessly. God forbid, I love my kid to death, but a few days ago I caught myself leaving the house with little Gabriel crying, with what it seams to be a bathrobe, disheveled, and with visible hairy legs that could haunt for life the dreams of anyone who passed by. And with my sunnies on, just in case I ran into someone I know. Just to make him shush!!!!! When the hell did I become so sloppy? Oh - wait - since I became a mom! That's right! Everything I've criticized motherhood about, it's happening.

Bit by bit I manage to take a bath everyday, brush my teeth, little conquests that remind me I'm still a human being after all, and that even though I'm a doll, I smell too :) I even went to the hairdresser this week! Ha?! Getting fancy again!

So next week, my cute adorable son is going to stay with the nanny for the first time. I'm terrified he's going to like her more than he loves me, I confess. But I really need a break and if I don't have some time to myself and if I don't go to work muy pronto I'll go insane! It's been a month since I've blogged for the last time and I have quite a big list of things I don't remenber the last time I've done them. I'm starting to loosing it! This is a time to adjust, so I've heard, but does anyone have a fast forward button?

THE JOY IN MY LIFE

Editorial: Valerya by Amber Gray for Brides December 2010

It was a week day, drinks and dinner with a friend of mine, to finally meet the very good friend of hers, Joy. It was love at first sight. I instantly knew that I had to steal her from her! (which I did).

Funny thing, in all the people I love, I never had a good first impression when I met them. Actually, it is very hard to get under my skin in the beginning, But when it does... but with Joy it wasn't like that. That's how pure she is :)

The next morning I got to wonder, a good friend always appears when you least expect, like love. And although friendship represents for me a very restricted club, there's always a warm spot for one more. She is a "terrific" human being (she likes that word, go figure!), so positive and a wonderful friend since day one. Actually she's beyond any description. I really think of her like a sister, my blood, because when you care the way she does for someone, that tops the level of friendship and becomes family. And she's my family in Lisbon, as I like to think I'm hers too. We both live far away from our families. Sometimes, I'm afraid I'm not up for the level of love she emanates!

She got married yesterday with the love of her life, Frank, and I just wanna say, dude, you better take good care of my girl, because if you don't, well, you know what happens... anyway, I just want her to know how happy I am for having her in my life and that, although I'm very possessive with my preciousness, I'm okay with all this marriage thing. LOL no, seriously, I wish you guys all the good things in the world and I can't wait to be your children's aunty :) and Joy, my sweet pea, I wish I was there with you, crying like a mothe'fucker and giving you back warm smiles and wise words of support. I find it magnificent and very bold to give ourselves completely to the sorrows and happiness of life, because that's what marriage is all about. Joy, I'm so proud of you :)))

CUTE, AND LAME... AT THE SAME TIME.

My little Gabriel. Baby boy clothes BONPOINT. Baby boots UGG. Stuffed animals ZARA HOME KIDS. Wooden toys BLACK WAGON. Cake pops IN THE MOOD FOR SWEETS.

Where am I? I miss my bitchiness... I'm feeling sleepy, tired, grumpy, still a bit fat, and some how I manage to be kind most of the time!!! Becoming a mother has done unspeakable things to me. And I have a reputation to uphold!

Some people, my friends, believe that is all for the best, but I have my serious doubts. When it comes to be nice to people, how nice is acceptable in order to not become lame? Lately I've been thinking how much this all motherhood experience has had a positive influence on me. Or not. I haven't got the chance to close a big deal. Yet. But I'm very concern regarding how much my toughness was affected with all this mellowness. This can be very dangerous! What about all the people I've managed to keep away through the years? I don't want them to think that it's okay to smile at me or to try to make casual conversation with me! I hate casual! And I hate people! Oh God, what have I done?? What has Gabriel done to me? Yes. This is all because of my cute son! Why does he have to be so damn cute?

I find myself doing trend sets around baby fashion... that's lame. And cute at the same time. Who would think of something like that? Not in a million years... I guess from now on, I'm gonna embrace the new me, and save some of the old me for those who deserve it. But for now, this is my trend set dedicated to my baby boy. Because not only he deserves the new me, but because he gave a meaning to my life that I had no right to expect. Je t'adore mon coeur :)

MY ANGEL GABRIEL...

Life as I know it, has changed.
This might sounds like a cliché but it's as right as it can be. Four days ago, even though little Gabriel already existed in my belly, all my priorities were different. The world itself had a completely different meaning and somethings I had taken for granted just vanished in a blink of an eye. It is truly overwhelming to have a little person in your life who is going to rely on you for a very, very long period of your and his life. Meaning: forever.

It's the "day four" as a mommy, and yesterday I already found myself saying things that I have listened my mom say my entire life, and only now I got it. I really wish all his pains come to me... the felling of making sure that nothing but nothing hurts my little son is so huge that I barely can keep it inside. Today it decided to come out in tears. Oh God! It's happening! Baby Blues has arrived in town! No comments what so ever.

As much painful and annoying it is to be pregnant, all is worthy when I'm watching him asleep. And all my "well known" cynicism was gone in the O.R. when I yelled "God save drugs" the minute little Gabriel came out, and when I asked my Doctor for a Gin Tonic while he was gluing me back :-P
The world is better now!...

GIVE ME A BREAK... OR NOT

Strapless dress with belt, Woven knot bag with leather, Strappy sandals, Cowboy hat, Necklace with shell, Necklace half moon, all BY MALENE BIRGER.

Finally. The madness is over. Well, at least part of it! Last week I've just opened my brand new store, the first and only BY MALENE BIRGER in Portugal. I couldn't be happier! The store looks absolutely gorgeous and it feels like my personal boudoir every time I go there. Marie Antoinette herself would be so so jealous if she had seen it! That's what you get for having the macarons specially invented just for you! Bitch!

Nevertheless, my entire madness is far from being over. I have exactly 8 weeks and 5 days to build a bassinet, buy a stroller and everything that comes with it, a carrier, a baby's bathtub, a nanny (oh God can we buy those?), and a bunch of baby' stuff or my little Gabriel is gonna born without the shit that all the other babies have. No no no no no. That's not a good start. So I had to find some space in my mad schedule, to take care of the important things in life... lame, I know, but I've made peace with myself and now, I'm aloud to be a regular person. Still cocky. But a mommy that no one can point a finger at! So Dippers' Land, here I go. For a while, of course. Do they accept Visa there??????