Mademoiselle

First weekend as young free and single break-up Blonde and am amazed at how tidy the house is. Gone are around 30 pairs of size 9 Nike trainers, golf stuff and general boy type paraphernalia. It’s a clean serene girl scene chez moi! The Dog needs a bath though.
Went to the Soho House music festival on Thursday night courtesy of Dior watches, why thank you. There were some of the most spectacular food stalls I’ve seen since I visited the the sleepy market towns in the south of France. Being newly single, I avoided the carbs and went straight over to the cheese stall where a dashing young chef talked me through his entire cheese selection with as much passion as I have for fashion. Impressive. I did, however have slightly more enthusiasm for the rose wine stall. I blame the rose for the moshing scene that occurred a couple of hours later. I like The Feeling, but had no idea I felt quite so enthusiastic about them.

Friday was almost a write off, however I had been invited to attend a friends birthday at, yes, Soho House. Felt dreadful and in true hungover style, I also looked a little bit like an insane milk maid – all floral Marni dress, wooden shoes and white hair. Right.

Newly single girls take every opportunity when they can so when a friend asked if I wanted to go to Paris for the night this weekend I said yes! So on Saturday night, I ended up being chatted up by a ‘gay’ man in a very gay bar. Life is so confusing….