Mes fleurs, I’m in the City of Light this weekend and let me tell you, it’s absolutely enchanting. The daisies are awakening in the Bois de Boulogne and all of the lovers have turned Buttes-Chaumont into a giant orgy. It’s so fabulous.
On Friday, we unveiled our new line of garden furniture at Les Deux Rousses, so of course we’re throwing a huge party to celebrate. I really feel Sunday is the perfect party evening, because anyone who made an ass of himself the night before will be too hung over to show up, devour your entire cheese tray and ruin your bathroom. You need to weed out those jerks and Sunday is the way to do it.
As a toast to my latest business accomplishment, Pepito crafted this bit of loveliness, which I am just slipping on now. An absolute mountain of roses and gladiolas have been trucked in for table centerpieces and, of course, I’m serving my husband’s famous blood orange libation. Cheers to new adventures, loves. Have a fabulous evening. I know I will.