Even though Mummy insists I am not the heiress I imagine myself to be, it's hard not to feel like Pauline de Rothschild on a good day, especially when sipping a sublime cup of Zabar's coffee while perched on a peach-colored divan overlooking Central Park. Once back in Boston, I come to realize there's work ahead. The final batch of boatneck shirts have been completed by my sewing contractor and now, business begins in earnest.
14 June 2009
Walking on Heir
Even though Mummy insists I am not the heiress I imagine myself to be, it's hard not to feel like Pauline de Rothschild on a good day, especially when sipping a sublime cup of Zabar's coffee while perched on a peach-colored divan overlooking Central Park. Once back in Boston, I come to realize there's work ahead. The final batch of boatneck shirts have been completed by my sewing contractor and now, business begins in earnest.
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