My husband recently accused me of being a hotel snob. I wanted to fight it but somewhere not so deep inside I knew he was right. So I’ve decided to own it. In the words of a dear friend, ‘I have a fear of substandard hotels’.
Do you have that one friend who can never seem to take a bad picture? She always looks radiant, like she had a very civilized day at the spa, drank her daily recommended amount of water and quite possibly has a lady (or man friend)-in-waiting filing her nails, plucking stray hairs and fixing her dirty martinis…
Once upon a time, when I got my first paycheck, I took my credit card to where every self respecting girl does, the Louis Vuitton store. About thirty minutes later, I walked out with the most inexpensive purse they had. On the cab ride home, I was overcome with guilt. Had I actually spent that much money on a purse?
Anyone who knows me knows how much I love nude shoes. In fact, even those who have only met a handful of times have asked me 'Priyanka, what's this fascination with nude shoes? And how many do you own?' The answer is 'you have no idea'.
