Monday, May 4, 2009

Tonight I had dinner with my hostess and her daughter.

While we were in the salon before dinner, Typhaine lifted her jeans to show me the brace on her sprained ankle. Which wouldn't be that impressive, except that she's also wearing four inch heels. When I said that I wouldn't be able to walk in those shoes with a hurt ankle (or at all, let's be honest) she sighed, took a drag on her cigarette and told me, "I don't wear flats."

I will never, ever be a Parisienne.


  1. I don't know how quickly you''ll be sick of my commenting....
    but again.
    I LOVE you. (dies laughing)

  2. As if I could ever get sick of you, Lesley Marie.

  3. <3

    plus, it's fun to get comments, even it's the same old lurker daily.