Because I tend to get really serious, and soon after this…
And this…
The jacket came off and I’m pretty certain I said something along the line of “are you pointing that racket at me!?“
I also need to point out that I make really professional noises when I hit a ball, and I shout out my frustration when I miss a hit.
PS: Poconos baby!
PPS: for the record, I did not threaten anyone with a tennis racket. It was a really friendly game. That I won.
This afternoon we traded a rainy New York City for a rainy Pennsylvania, but before we got there, we stopped in rainy New Jersey to go grocery shopping at Costco. And given that I’m from a small town and our warehouse are build to our small needs, that little side tour was quite the adventure.
Now we arrived in Poconos and it’s dark. But I smell nature and the silence here tells me that trees surround me, so obviously I’m picturing the following night to be like a remake of the Blair Witch Project. Except that we’ll probably be a little tipsy.
Today I told my colleagues at the office I was reading Paulo Coehlo’s ‘The Alchemist’, and then everyone rolled their eyes with that ‘oh honey, please… we’ve read that ages ago’ that I’m usually not affected by, but I felt the need to stress that I had read it before, too, and that ‘yes, I did read ’11 minutes’ and * every other of his books except for the new one that just came out and of which I don’t remember the title right now, because I actually do own the complete Coelho collection. *** Oh my God, did everyone catch their breath? I marked the point where you were supposed to grasp for air with a “*”. You’re welcome.
But anyway. Books. At an average pace of a book per week, I have read many books, but there’s no way on earth that I’ll ever be able to read them all, because I actually do re-read books. And with ‘re-read’, I mean more than twice. I have books that I read 5 to ten times. Yes… the same books. And of course, given my lack of inspiration tonight and also because I need to continue reading the Alchemist for the 3rd time, here’s a list of books I read more than twice:
Eat, Pray, Love – Elizabeth Gilbert: lost count.
Let’s pretend this never happened – Jennifer ‘The Bloggess’ Lawson: 3 times.
I know this much is true – Wally Lamb: at least 6 times
The complete Shopaholic collection – Sophia Kinsella: lost count
Let’s immediately agree that I suck at making lists and giving reviews, but that the above also shows how various and eclectic my taste is. If I’m not mistaken, that’s a sign of high intelligence. Or it proves that I am in fact dysfunctional and crazy, and therapy is necessary.
Whatever gets me to read a book, really.
This past week, I took some pictures at the events I went to that are now on my phone. They don’t make any sense at all, so I instagrammed them all.
They still don’t make any sense, though. I guess you’ll have to live with that.
New York Design Week 2013… it’s a wrap.
At 4pm, the lights in the Javits Center went off, urging the public to return homewards and drawing a line under the 25th edition of ICFF.
About half an hour later, the tropical temperatures outside hit us hard in the face, and the hot embrace of the humid air, reminded me instantly how tired I really was. After a quick visit to the showroom to follow up on my most urgent correspondence, I cancelled all plans I had for the night, and I went home for some quality time. Which basically means I kicked my shoes off, and soaked my tired feet until they were happy to be mine again… which is not today, and I may have to repeat the routine a couple of times. They’re very high maintenance…
I wonder where they got that from.
It’s past midnight and that’s about the summary of Party Night four, also known as ICFF day three. My feet are two sizes bigger now, stretching my shoes to damnation, I don’t recall sitting and I now order champagne by half glasses just to be able to stay on my feet for some hours longer.
After a full day of showcasing and smiley faces at the Javits Center, I hopped from showroom to showroom in a SoHo that had limousines with tables on them, to end up at my own showroom that served Belgian waffles and no more white wine, as they ran out. I think that may actually have been a good thing. I kept asking people what day we were, and apparently, it’s not Thursday yet.
One more day of ICFF left, three more nights of parties and events to go. I’d call it a marathon, but that would be underrated.
It rained when I arrived at the Javits Center, and it rained when I left. It rained all seven and a half hours in between as well. You’d think that that would be the perfect trade show weather, but it actually was the perfect ‘I went out for 2 days straight to every party imaginable so I’m just gonna camp on my couch in my pajamas and watch an entire season of ‘The Office’’-weather. And I assume that’s what most people did, as ICFF was merely half the busy buzz it was yesterday. Even SoHo was gray, cold and desolately empty when the cab spit us out at the corner of Broome and Greene for another round of drinks and showroom luster. Gone was the jazzy swing of the night before, and instead of heading to the rooftop of the Gansevoort for yet another NY design week party, we called it a night after the first event instead… so I got home at the reasonable hour 9.15pm nowadays is.
A hot shower to warm the cold shivers later, I’m sitting in my couch, ready to curl up under a blanket and watch Game of Thrones… and prepare for another day of trading and partying ahead.
And hopefully summer.
PS: Our ICFF 2013 booth…
