May 07 2002
Should I stay or should I go?
For some reason, my boots decided to behave like those belonging to a kid in an E. Nesbit story*, and came untied no fewer than three times on my way to work this morning. This works out to one or the other (or both) coming untied about every half mile. I should have made a charming picture, hiking my black velvet skirt above my knees to tie my boots, but due to the sturdy functionality of my legs, I didn’t. They have always been a horrible disappointment to me, so very very un-Chanel. I wish it was the bad old 1960’s again, when doctors merrily prescribed speed as a diet aid and you could go to clinics in Switzerland where they pounded and massaged your legs to Chanel-ness, à la Edie Sedgwick, whose natural legs were as sturdy as mine until they got Swiss.
But to the question of the day: when I’m in London, should I go to Amsterdam to see my old friend Alice, or have Alice, who lives there, come and see me in London? My sister Megan and I will hit the road pretty much as soon as we get there, with 3 days in Devon followed by 3 days in Suffolk. These are driving trips and my stepmother will be driving. But that’s it as far as running around goes. My older sister and her family will come to London, so we won’t have to go to Melton Mowbray, where they live and which my niece claims is really boring. I just can’t decide if it’s too much running around if I go to Amsterdam. But Alice is having her kitchen remodelled later this month and I want to see it. Also, my sister Megan is travelling with me and she has never been to Amsterdam, and it is a world of fun. So vote, please, and help the indecisive decide.
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