As imaginative tots when asked to draw what 2010 might look like, we came up all sketches worthy of a NASA scientist having an epileptic fit.  While we are no where close to gallivanting about in a floating shiny silver tin can, we have found alternative means for energy, a step closer to creating blood and, we’re still fighting tooth and nail in our search for an alternate space to live just in case, Earth decides to konk out on us.

Last year, I scratched off a couple of “must do’s” from my ambitious list. Truth be told, the list is anything but frivolous.  “For better or for worse, it is the voice in my head reminding me to do better.” Some people have naggy mothers, I have a list.

While explaining the finer details of racing, clueless Sib asked me how I knew what I knew. Of course, I thought of R.V, all those times he thought I was not paying attention. I was.

Someone told me once that I was kind yet unforgiving and he did not know how it would possible to be both but, that I was. Sabotage comes to mind but I am what I am and, I chose the path that I am on.

Without regret, without question, without doubt.

In every lady’s life, there will come a time where she needs  to dig in her Choos, and decide if she truly needs a third Chloé in her wardrobe.

Chloé Paddington in Anthracite still is ze perfect first date bag – deceptively spacious, gorgeous shade of silver and fancy enough for Iggy’s on a Saturday night.

Chloé Edith in Whiskey assists me in my façade as “I’m a career woman, hear me rawr!“

What is missing is a combination of both, a perfect marriage of classic elegance and woefully unrealistic fashion. Herein lies my problem.

Over the last couple years, a series of flight mishaps has caused me to be exceptionally early for the red eye. While waiting for the gate to open, I was drawn by hypnotic and sweet sirens from the House of Chloé

Chloé Paddington Tote

Chloé Bay Shopper in Navy

Chloé Bay (Medium)

Chloé Bay Quilted

What is a lady to do?