I’m back from Cannes and I feel like a toad

Spending a week in gorgeous gowns with a full face beat will really give you reverse body dysmorphia lol. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror earlier (covered in toddler puke no less) and almost jumped out of my skin. On the flip side, literally nothing on God’s green earth compares to the feeling of reuniting with the loves of my life. Andy brought the kids to the airport to pick me up and I cannot tell you how divine it was to see those little post-bath-pj-bodies jump out and squeal ‘supriseeee!!!’. I’ll take being a toad with them anyday.

I actually had a pretty great time this trip – it only took me 5 years to get over my imposter syndrome. I’ve worked really hard on reminding myself that it’s not that f-ing deep. Like who cares if a grumpy frenchman bitches at me about the appropriate hour to wear feathers. Imagine what it’s like to live in that head. Sheesh. Now I just go about my day eating bread and cheese, rewatching my instagram stories over and over. JK I’m not that psycho. I also go for hot girl walks.

No but really I worked so much more this time because our restock goes live next week and there’s a lottttt to do. Those packages aren’t gonna ship themselves to the french riviera (YES WE ARE GOING INTERNATIONAL!!!). I’m really really loving everything that goes into building a business….except quickbooks….and coordinating duties and taxes…and managing inventory. But the rest is grand and this is your weekly reminder to start that thing that you’ve been dreaming about. Yes, you’ll work all the time and your brain won’t switch off and you’ll wake up at 2am and remember you forgot to order hangtags, but in the best kind of way.

I’m off to Europe again this weekend for a dear friend’s wedding (that sounded way more upper east side generational wealth than I’d like). I can’t promise I’m gonna keep my newsletter streak going, but I can promise to eat a lot and take cute pictures of my outfits.