Who thinks that an editor-in-chief moves from lunch to master barber via a candy trip to a star dinner and a TV appearance... is right.

This week was at least so full that I need my Iphoto library to reproduce it. On Monday, I had lunch with my friends Melanie and Linda from Maison PR. In restaurant 5&33 (which is really within hopping distance of the central station in Amsterdam and therefore easily accessible if you don't live in the capital), the fireplace was burning and we were served the most delicious, creamy truffle pasta. I will come back for the burrata.

My outer brunette was fiercely trying to drive away my inner blonde. In other words, I had a six-centimeter regrowth and my hair was screaming for Leco van Zadelhoff. On Tuesday morning, I was welcomed into his inner sanctum on Van Breestraat. What almost no one knows is that Leco, besides being a master barber, is also quite a decent psychologist. While he creates a killer haircut, he is a listening ear and gives me some wise words.

I wake up every hour this night. Why? I don't want to oversleep. At 04:00 (especially not to be confused with 16:00, no I'm talking about 04:00) I am expected at Schiphol. Destination 24 hours Ibiza. Half of the Transavia plane is filled with fashion journalists who are going to view the new spring summer collection 2015 from ByDanie. I curl up next to my former colleagues Jonna (editor Marie Claire), Mies (editor-in-chief Grazia), and Ellen (editor-in-chief Beau Monde) and would have liked to pay extra for this trip, it was all so delightful.

In Ibiza, you are supposed to have short nights. I go to bed at 01:00 and am in a taxi to the airport by 06:30. When I pass Pacha and see girls twirling on their heels, I am still glad to be heading back to the office. Even if it's just for a few hours because at the end of the day, I put on my white Gucci dress. There is a launch of Estee Lauder's new wonder product on the agenda. Only the best of the best is good enough for Estee, so we dine in a private house on Amsterdam's Vondelstraat. Think of a staircase to dance in, a garden to get lost in, an indoor pool (nothing sexier exists), and a living room with a grand piano. When chef Angelique Smeenk prepares a truffle dinner and instructs us to mix it with a sip of champagne before and after each bite, I am bordering on happiness. Walking to the car home in my heels with a goody bag containing the magical Estee Lauder Re-Nutriv elixir in hand and crawling into bed next to my love and daughter, I am completely content.

That alarm again. It's six o'clock now. I briefly think it's the weekend before it hits me that I have to go to Hilversum. To Pernille and Quinty in Koffietijd where Fred van Leer and I get to talk about Holland’s Next Topmodel which will be airing from Monday (21:30 RTL5). Even though it's early and the night was short, it's laughing, joking, and roaring.

To wrap up the week, I drive to Het Conservatorium Hotel, also known as the living room of Amsterdam South. In the nice lounge area, I open my laptop and quickly type a post. As I write the last sentence, my lunch date Marion Pauw walks in. We've been trying to see each other for a year and now it has finally worked out. We order a glass and talk about all the things I can't share on a public site.

Someone once said that my life only consists of drinking wine with celebrities. I can tell you, that person is wrong. I also sometimes drink champagne with them.

This weekend, let's run around the beach with kids and stomp in the mud. And sleep, because it takes energy, you know, such a week of glamour.