Fashion Week

MAYS LIEFSTE MILAAN MEMORY

Our fashion director Simone and I have just landed back in our city after a few days in Milan, one of my favorite cities, for Fashion Week. We slept at the Diana Majestic hotel, my all time favorite and a popular stomping ground for everyone in fashion to drink cocktails and secretly devour the lavish buffet.

From my bed side I could hear the taxi’s racing over to the Viale Piave to then turn left at the Corso Venezia. And then suddenly I’m back. Four years ago during fashion week in September. I was feeling somewhat weepy. A little nauseous, a tad rickety. It couldn’t be the food. I mean, I was in Milan. When I was at an appointment at Tod’s I opened my agenda. Suddenly I saw an ‘M’ marked at the beginning of my week. This was a discrete way of reminding myself that that would be the first day of my period. The ‘M’ for menstrual cycle. You get the point. And that, that is when all the puzzle pieces added up.

“Vuoi passata questo pharmacia, Andrea?” If my good looking chauffeur could drop me off at a pharmacy while going from shows to appointments. I needed to quickly buy something. Andrea waited for me at the door (on the Corso Venezie, just around the corner from where I was staying this time around) and I buried what I had bought in the bottom of my bag.

As soon as I got back to my hotel room in the evening, I couldn’t wait. This was it. A number one, a stick and five minutes of waiting time. Which felt like an hour might I add. I was trying get ahold of my guy but he wasn’t answering. Attempt number two. Again, no response. Since I was extremely hungry (that’s what happens) I headed to the restaurant. In the Croso Como 10 garden I ordered something that was as far away from red meat as possible and instead  of my beloved glass of wine, I opted for a Crodino. Phone on the table, volume up a notch.

As soon as my phone finally rang, I whispered the news to my love. As quietly as possible because you never know who’s around and this was supposed to be our little secret for the time being. But as soon as the waiter brought my alcohol free beverage and I heard someone scream ‘Really???’ on the other end of the line, the message had been received. Loud and clear. That night I was treated like a queen. And nine months later my darling Igoné was born…