Here's what's been going on, what's going on and some links.
It's been busy as heck over here, which is GREAT.
I cannot stress enough how great it is. It's fucking great.
Of course, it's like a well-orchestrated ballet figuring out who gets which car at which place at what time, but I luff it.
K shot a short piece for a client last week and starts a new gig editing at a terrific place this week. GREAT.
Oldest has been working consistently at a variety of places. GREAT.
Youngest adores his amazing internship. GREAT.
Though Middle's boss is away (no car videos last week) he is working all weekend at his other job. GREAT.
I had a crazy week - no train in the snow on Monday and very busy from there onwards culminating with a sort-of close-to-the-last-minute decision to cancel my boss's trip to Paris (business) which was a little anxiety-provoking, to say the least.
So, now, I'm sitting here, listening to this (they are wonderfully crazy) and writing and then I absolutely MUST do some housework...oh, and, also, I need to book a new hotel for my boss for the next Paris trip and break up with the old one, in a huff, via email.
I have lots and lots of lovely Chanel moisturizer from my Chanel fairy but, I must say that I picked up my old bottle of argan oil the other day as my face is feeling very dry in spots and it was wonderful. I need to consider these. And talk to Poppy.
I try, very hard, to not scowl. I've been accused of having a scowly face - fortunately, I've never been accused of having Resting Bitch Face. Here are some further options.
Gah. Starving just looking at this.
She wouldn't need a goddamn blanket if she put on a shirt. But, gosh, I do love the scarf.
Our CFO told me what he thought was a wonderful story about he and his wife getting lost whilst snowshoeing, for many hours, with absolutely no equipment or warm-enough clothes. I didn't think it was such a wonderfully fun story because, 1. stupid, 2. my brother, an outdoor instructor and Wilderness First Responder and 3. STUPID.
A bit of red is a lovely little surprise.
Don't you find that it is, basically, impossible to convey the impact of a storm in photos?
I do love Barbie. I always have, but I sure-as-hell hope one of them has thighs that touch. God.
Have I mentioned that my amazing hair stylist and I rarely speak? And there's no music. AND it really doesn't even look like a salon. It's hair heaven.
I'm having a haircut on Tuesday.
We skipped ahead and watched tonight's Downton Abbey yesterday and at one point, in one particular scene, I screamed aloud! Wait till you see it!
I think I held my breath for the first two minutes, gasped for the next two minutes and then burst into tears.
On to the laundry.