Back again in the glorious Czech republic for work. While it’s mostly work work work, yesterday we stumbled into a young string quartet performing pop songs on the Charles Bridge on a spectacular Sunday afternoon.
May this rendition of ABBA’s Mamma Mia, Prague style, make your day a good one.
Recently, I was scanning through my draft files–you know, those posts you thought were good ideas but never published or never finished or realized really weren’t good ideas and so maybe it’s best they stayed drafts after all–and I came across one called The Prada Moms.
Years ago, back when I was freelancing and working from home, I would see these moms in Manhattan who were dripping in designer labels. Their hair was perfectly done, their nails showed no signs of housework (let alone diaper changes) and their perfectly trim, pilates-sculpted bodies were the perfect hangers for their size 0 Chanel jackets and $300 skinny jeans. (More)
Just once, it would be nice to walk into a store and find Mother’s Day cards that reflected reality:

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