Yeah! It's been two years that I am searching for data about the clothing industry in Belgium! This is the Belgian best kept secret. Even more than Queen Fabiola hairdresser phone number!
And I did it!!! I browsed so much that I made it. I just printed 880 pages of economic data that I will have to read will crying and jumping for joy. Oh yeah! I understand Pierre & Marie Curie, Pasteur, Newton... It's so good.
Ok. Now you think I am crazy and you keep trying to link Fashion, Belgium and Economy. Answer is easy: Work for an American Cie. And have a Fiscal Year 2011 presentation to prepare.
I just had to share it with you.
Oh and by the way, I decided to stop drinking for a month ('til my B'day)...
Just 'cause you have "ze"apartment with "ze" view on the Eiffel Tower people thinks that it's easy (EZ) to live together.
Mr. BoyFriend (Mr. B.F.) and Skinny Mini ( aka S.M.) do share bed and fights for almost a decade & half. Nevertheless Mr. B.F. keeps leaving his paper tissues (in France, we generically call that "un Kleenex") in his laundry to wash. And surprise! When you open the washing machine at 7:13pm after an entire day spent saving the world of Belgian menswear garments , you feel exactly like a stupid 5 y.o. child who just broke his "I Y Miami" snow ball.
And you suddenly remember that you have been collecting cheesy snowballs for years around your campy twenties...
This one is not really gonna be the funniest as it's the first time, but I just wanna explain how I got here.
Picture this: Saturday night dinner at home where everybody gets a bit drunk and talks way too much about everything. And once again they (my beloved alcoholic friends) talked about my Facebook status and how funny they are and how I should have a blog and blablablah and blablablah…
I love my "real life friends" as much as my "Facebook friends" especially when drunk (or not) they come to me at a party, in a club, at work and tell me that they love my status and that I should collect all of them and… write A BOOK!
I have never seen myself as a writer nor a blogger. I was more dreaming about a little chronic on TV but had to face the true: I have no connection on TV and nobody wants so see me every week getting hysterical about what ever comes to my mind. I will never be the new Mary Tyler Moore.
But still, the idea was there and I decided to give it a try.
Yep! I will write without any agenda on whatever comes to my mind. I will also have "specials" i.e. fashion week revues about shows I haven’t seen (the best to be commented!). I will mainly write in English or French but could switch to Italian or Spanish if I feel like. Just ‘cause it’s fun and ‘cause it’s my blog!
I will introduce you to my world, my friends, and my life. Trying to make you feel like one of the guest of the above mentioned dinner. In the end, you'll be fed up with my opinions but completely addicted... And I will love that.
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