What our dear Bo is up to in New York this week? You can read it here!

Breakfast in bed obviously doesn't go by without taking a picture of it. This was on Saturday and I get to stay in bed. My fiancé takes over the morning shift from Blue. He brings fresh croissants. And makes a triple cappuccino. And I get to lie there a little longer and stare at my closet door. There hang two new coats. Both gifts from Ashley B (http://www.ashleyb.us). And one of them goes on immediately, for after that breakfast in bed. Because then we're going to Soho. Buying swim trunks and drinking fresh juice from Joe & The Juice. And my coat is so wonderfully warm. Yes, this Saturday was nice. Very nice.

There is a new it-coffee shop and it's called by CHLOE. Always packed. Always. And apparently a lovely place to hang out. To be honest, I've never been inside. I've walked past it many times, because by CHLOE. is around the corner from my two favorite houses. A pink and a black one, to be precise. I find them charmingly beautiful. Oh, and in the absence of a photo of by CHLOE., a photo of our Blue and me. Just as nice, right?

Hanging out on the terrace at Bar Pitti is something we do very often and very happily in the summer. The outdoor seating in the sun on 6th Avenue is delightful, the Italian dishes even more so, and it's the perfect place for people-watching. Big names from the creative business always come here for pasta and wine. I once sat here opposite Scott Disick (not that he's very creative now, but he's a big name with a raw edge), but today I'm happily sitting inside with my husband. It's winter, the terrace is closed, but the truffle pasta is still on the menu as always. It's renowned at Bar Pitti, and rightly so. This is divine. Even in winter.

While my hair is in curlers, I blow-dry Blue's hair into exuberant Tina Turner curls. Tonight, Mr. has his first wedding and I get to go as a date. The love between Toast (the dog of The Fat Jew, with about 300+ K followers) and Finn (another celebrity dog) is being immortalized at The High Line Hotel and I can't wait to admire Toast's dress in real life. Custom-made by Marchesa. Well, some have it all. Anyway, we walk in and the reception is glamorous. The entire high society of New York has turned out, The Real Housewives of New York City are shouting with real-life soap cameras and everyone looks stunning. There are dirty martinis, signature cocktails, and of course, lots of posh dogs with diamonds in their fur. Blue is quite natural, but his Tina Turner hairstyle compensates for the absence of puppy bling-bling. People's Choice, Avenue; all the magazines want a picture of him. And I stand quietly to the side as his chaperone. Luckily, he still wants to cuddle with mom after all this fame.

I quickly snap a photo of the two totally glitter-covered chihuahua guests by a beautiful wedding cake and then quickly take a seat among the dozens of other guests. We stand at the front of the aisle. Blue and I. The lights dim, ‘Canon in D Major’ plays from the speakers and I realize this is really hilarious. After the bridesmaids, accompanied by their dog mothers, have walked down the white aisle, here comes the bride: Toast. In Marchesa and carried by Simon Doonan, creative ambassador of Barneys. After this come the vows, the kiss, a huge photo moment, and an even bigger party. Really, this can only happen in New York.

Every once in a while, we have dinner with the Dutch ladies of New York. And this time we're going to Indochine. This restaurant has been on my list for months, and besides the super cool interior, the food is amazing. A French-Vietnamese menu, with a spicy beef salad to dream away with.