Day After

The day after an adventure you can feel a bit fuzzy around the edges and start to think that Botox isn't such a bad idea. You are amazed that the mirror doesn't crack from side to side. Then there is only one thing to do. Eggs and bacon, coffee and go shopping. Preferably attired in some of your best friends. In my case, Pace, Identity, Ralph Lauren and a scarf knitted by my mother.

The immediate goal was Zara. I stand outside the dressing room where my friend is changing, holding her shoes. If I remember correctly she bought two tops and a dress. I came home with two pair of jeans.

Feeling much better but still a bit fuzzy.

//P.