Be careful what you wish for was all I could hear in my head when I finally packed up to head home from my trip. There was no way I could fit that huge orange box in any of my luggage. How would I fit it in the overhead cabin or at my feet? Worse, would it even fit through …
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All Roads Lead To…
I’ve not fallen off the face of this continent. Just have been in transit. And judging from my title I’m sure you’ve guessed I’ve made it to the Eternal City, where I haven’t been in over a decade. Rome is still one of the most exciting places to be if you are a history buff or just like looking at …
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Conversion Confusion
photo courtesy of Hermes I’ve never been a person of precision; don’t really follow recipes exactly when I cook (pinch here, pinch there, and then I wonder why it doesn’t always taste the same or…good) or always take the most exact route somewhere. Things become even more challenging when there’s metric conversion involved. For example, while setting up the treadmill …
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Move Over Orange, Malaysia Exclusive Is Here
Today’s entry’s title is rather timely, based on my last post and a recent comment from my dear reader, D. She recounted a bittersweet story about her own hunt for the Birkin and unfortunately, it’s not the first time that I’ve heard from people who have not been treated well by the orange house. I always thought cash was the …
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The Un-glamour Of Travel
I’ve written before that I envy one VB (Victoria Beckham aka Posh Spice) not only for her staggering Birkin collection but mainly because in any paparazzi photo of her circling the globe, she always, always looks like she’s just stepped out of a salon wearing an outfit worthy of the red carpet. I’m not at all celebrity-fixated but I often …