The Night before SF

Twas the night before SF

and all through the house

all my nerves were a stirring, my white hair a-growing, my stress level rising...

YES it is the eve before our S.Ferragamo gala - the 80th anniversary, the culmination of months of stress, anguish, agony, panic.. tomorrow I will wake up and take a deep breath and thank God I am still alive to see October 22.   Tomorrow the sun will rise and I will go through a hundred million items on my checklist, from the delivery of more than 300 bottles of wine and champagne, to the adjustments in the VO script, to the speeches, to the briefing of the twenty usherettes who will surely be late, the seating plan, the color coded cards, every single detail that will leave me in palpitating, zombie-like, breathless, about-to-break-down mode all day.

But twenty four hours from now... I shall have a big smile on my face, heaving a sigh of relief  - only temporarily though...there's still the Cartier event on Oct.23 and then M.Jacobs on the 24th!  It never really ends, you know

Twas the night before SF

And all through the house

Peace and quiet reigned as I slept

and slept and over slept...  

And woke up just in time for ... Christmas!

(and lost my job in the process. oh no!!!)