The job offer sort of fell on my lap a few years ago through a good friend of mine, and since it’s only twice a year during Milan’s spring/summer and fall/winter fashion shows, it usually works out perfectly as far as the family organization goes. This year I was confirmed before I knew my daughters school schedule. (we usually get that about a month or so after school starts.) So I hadn’t really imagined having to leave the beautiful sunny slopes of the Engadine Mountains, and more importantly my kids for an entire week! (okay only 5 days)
Thus, with a heavy heart after only 4 short days in the mountains I packed up my bag and headed back to the city for 5 days of what I consider some serious fashion grind. (I know this because I have worked in the fashion business for more than 15 years.)
Five 10 to 12 hour days lined up. Full immersion and time to think about putting something on other than my converse. Hmm. Not easy. The days can be long and tiring – fortunately, the team that I’m working with is an amazing group of incredibly nice women. (a rare find in the fashion business) There are 3 Belgian women, each speaking about 10 languages (not really but like way more than the mere 2 that I speak,) myself and another American.
My first day flies by, I have time to pass by the house and quickly change before going out to dinner at one of the ‘in restuarants’ in Milan known for the high fashion crowd – Il bistro da Giacomo. (My husband and I once saw Eva Mendes there with a small group of big wigs from Calvin Klein, who is, gag – just as beautiful in person.)
Dinner is wonderful, the atmosphere relaxing – we run into some friends and end up staying out way later than planned. I go to sleep exhausted. I miss my kids.