poor Emilie…..
12 February, 2010
Help!
I’m not much in the mood for writing.
Jack’s left me. Practically on the eve of Valentine’s Day, so he won’t even have to send me one of those love letters the Americans are so into these days.
I feel so empty inside, as if a breeze of wind could knock me down like a feather. Just as well I’ve got my Max Mara coats… and trousers, and down jackets, and hats. I feel as if I could just burrow myself away among the stands in the showroom and never come out again. I should get my bio here at the side changed too, but then I think it might bring me even more bad luck if I do…. and you never know, people have been known to have a rethink… and I can’t face going up to the technical guys and asking them to update it. But how am I going to get over it?
After hours on my mobile in the evening, after sending emails to all my girlfriends and consulting my new astrology guru, I just sit there and hope he gets in touch. But he’s not there… not that he never has been much (especially since he went to NY). So nothing’s changed. And yet everything has.
When I see wedding dresses from the Max Mara collection I get all sloppy. And honestly, I never even thought about getting married, but now every rustle of taffeta sounds deafening, like swords clashing. Maybe I should just tackle the situation head-on and try on one or two – or ten – of them (there’s one cream one that I …. no, let’s forget it), at least that way I might get it out of my system.
Well, I guess I’ll take it one step at a time… just as well we’ve got the shows coming up, that way the chaos in my heart will blend in with the chaos of fashion week.
Write to me!
Help!
Emilie
Comments (1)
There is a reason for everything. If you hadn’t broken up now, you would never have had the opportunity to meet the amazing man who is waiting around the corner. You just haven’t noticed him yet…