Fairground worker in Paris

WOW!! A month without writing on the blog, O-H! O-H! In blogger terms, this would mean a dead blog, but no, the one who was dead was me, who reached such a level of exhaustion that one day my body went cra-ck and that was it, I fell like a tree. And how did we get here?

It all started with a question, "honey, I've been admitted to a trade fair in Paris, do you think I should go?". My dear Consort, who encourages me to embark on any adventure, was quick to point out that only good things can happen when you decide to go abroad, so in a short time we got down to work to finish next year's winter collection and embark on the endless preparations involved in setting up your stall in Paris during fashion week.

I loved the experience, it was tough, I'm not going to tell you that it's the same to go to Paris as a traveler as it is as an exhibitor, but it's also interesting to see how a city works professionally and, in those days, it's impressive to see the dozens of professions related to the fashion world that gather in the same city. 

Everything was so intense that unfortunately, when I returned to Madrid, I caught the flu and I have to say that I'm still feeling its effects. I intended to rest, but it won't be possible until we deliver the Vogue stuff, because yes friends, life in La Condesa is more intense than Paris, we were again nominated for the Vogue awards that seek the young designer of the year and with the fair in between, we haven't been able to do anything until now. 

We will rest later... until the body holds up or goes cra-ck again.