"Romantic lady, single baby, sophisticated mama,
Oh yes it's ladies night and the feeling's right,
Oh yes it's ladies night oh what a night!"
Women stuff.. one week, every afternoon spent in one of the most girly environment , presenting the refined handbags of my talented friend and designer Mimi at the Prague Design & Fashion week.
So far from what I am , hating shopping, but so close to what I love, for all the beauty.
I have to admit I realised I was smiling more genuinely at the men who were timidly daring the world of women to get a beautiful present for their beloved than at certain wannabe posh bitches with Louis Vuitton bags looking at the whole world with contempt, just because they had the (possibly fake) LV handbag.
Dressed up in LFM clothes and thus wearing high heels (Devil knows I did suffer for LFM :) , I was probably looking like a sweet candy to these men. It was the aim anyway. These guys were sweet too, especially when they bought what i suggested without discussing it.
No wonder the week ended with a ladies' evening..
Four women around a a few bottles of good red wine.
I do not like female only gatherings, I usually flee them. I get bored, or come late or in the best case I never show up - if I am warned in advance about the meeting's only-female crowd.
This time though, it was different, it was just a ladies friends unexpected meeting, which started with a very decent conversation. Well I did think about it as a decent conversation but just remembered the real ice-breaker were the stories about various funny situations related to parties and consequential vomiting..
After the first bottle of wine, we were all more animated while chatting and it even looked - at times - like four simultaneous and completely independent monologues about "me, myself and I".
While tasting the second bottle and unwillingly doing some kind of group therapy, we realised we were all four probably matching the "repressed dominatrix" model with some behavior patterns to resolve.Well, one could argue about the "repressed" attribute knowing us, but who cares. Third bottle killed, we were in complete understanding of each-other and decided we were just great, damn all these men and their problems with their mothers.
Luckily we all decided to go home, too bad it was suddenly raining outside.
So we walked out, elegant and charming, just as if we were not drunk at all.
Not a word about clothes, nails, shoes, haircuts...nothing of the boring chick stuff.
What a cool evening!
