Today, my sugar mummy took me shopping. (secret: if you want to inherit one, do real good and you will have one in your next life :-))

I have been rather glum and well, if you were in my position, day-in day-out, you would understand.

But man! What a fantastic spin 5 hours of retail therapy can do!!!

After dropping the shopping bags onto cold marble, then cutting out meticulously every single label, one by one, folding every piece of fabric and inserting them into new leather (mmm……..), if I told you my head wasn’t floating, I’d be lying.

For the 5 hours that we were feasting on eye candy, we walked into sales at (not necessarily shopped at, mind you) Marks & Spencers, Spade, BCBG, Vincci, Karen Millen, Pedder Red, Selberan, FCUK, Zara, MNG, Birkenstock, Times and that new LV corner store. It was so New York. Dozens of uniformed black with their speaker mouthpieces strutting their stuff, I must say Kathy has come a long way since her Dior days. They don’t display their newest additions but they have almost everything in store. You just need to ask. Then the voices on those mouthpieces get transferred through a string of assembly line and your bag is delivered in record time. They had more staff than they had customers (4pm Friday). A lot of Chinese. A lot of Indonesians.

This is the second time I’m walking into an LV store but it doesn’t count. The first was at Starhill but only to look at the interiors that a friend had built. I was too indimidated to walk into the Paris HQ dressed as a bum. Today didn’t work because by then, Tee had started to hate LV. Despite the cute Parisian display of cars and people on cars. Despite the magenta stools as her helicopter pilot seat. Bah…..

Tee was amazingly good throughout the day nevertheless. She was stuffed with stuff she wouldn’t normally be stuffed with. Until she wanted no more stuffing with her I’m not a stuffed toy looks.

So yeah! I love shopping because it works. It certainly quelled my fiercest desire to go up in arms about this Motherhood thing. Thank you, sugar mummy. For making me a happy hopping bunny. I truly love you.

There is a downside, yes.

My thighs.

I wore a skirt today. I usually wear jeans. I haven’t been to the gym in a whole week. The New Yorkers were here is my excuse.

So today, the thighs met and had wild sex. I was too engrossed in eye candy to do anything about it then. They rubbed each other so hard and furious with passion that I am now suffering. Try pinching your most sensitive areas and squeezing it like you’re making a tight french braid. That’s what it feels like.

My thighs. They never. Ever. Met.

Before I was a Mother.

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