In December, parties are an obstacle (there are just too many), in January it is a beacon of light and hope. Party shopping gets me through the month because when I look outside, I want to book a one-way ticket to the Maldives right away.

Apparently, more people were craving a party because when Nikkie Plessen asked fashion-spinning Netherlands to come to the Concertgebouw to view her new collection, everyone rushed out en masse. While I was cycling through the rain with three children in the afternoon (it can't get more Dutch), I was already thinking about which festive outfit I would wear that evening.

It became a floor-length DKNY with a split up to the heavens. Well, my beloved thinks that's heaven. Anyway. So far so good. For the occasion, my fresh Chanel trophy was allowed out of the display cabinet, paired with yellow Fendi pumps and ready. That's what I thought. Turned out there was a big hole in my fishnet tights. Right on the side of the split. You always see that. But for every problem, there's a solution, so I just turned those tights inside out. No one saw it and only I knew. And you, but you won't tell anyone, right?

Last year I wrote a piece about the 15 things that ensure a more enjoyable 2015. One of them was to choose a sport that you do because you enjoy it. Not because you have to, but because it's fun. So suddenly I was reunited with my old love. Ballet.

It happened because I signed up my middle girl for her first lesson and suddenly I heard myself asking ‘if there happened to be a class for adults’. And there was. The follow-up question was whether I wanted to join the beginners or the advanced class. “Wow, well…” I heard myself stammer. “Once, before I traded the bar for the barre, I danced 12 hours a week.” And boom, there I was in the advanced class among all the slender beauties.

That my body was doing better than my mind was the conclusion of the teacher and I consider that a compliment. Especially at my age. Not thinking too much and just doing it. Twice a week, to get my mind back in gear.

The work week ended with tea at the Conservatorium Hotel with my dear Louis Vuitton PR friend Annemieke Hart. Yes, that's the woman with one of the finest wardrobes in the country. Catching up and making beautiful plans. After that, it was pedal to the metal with Twingo to the next business appointment. Gusts of wind at 100 kilometers per hour made us also move like swans over the A4.

My Thank God It’s Friday started with a glass of viognier and an oyster at Toscanini. And now… weekend. Enjoy it!