Meet Pascal. She’s a young free spirit and has just spent 10 minutes regaling you with tales of her recent 3 month trip to Marrakech. Easy to be a young free spirit when you’re the youngest child of one of Atlanta’s top investment advisors. She attended the most expensive and prestigious private school in Atlanta and was in the snootiest sorority at UGA, but through it all she insisted on looking like she may or may not have just rolled out of bed. Or rolled a joint. Never any makeup, extremely long hair, Birkenstocks, tie dye shirts. Did she mention she just got back from Marrakech? She learned how to charm a snake from a man in the market up the road from her hostel. She somehow ended up dining with a wealthy import/export magnate in an elaborate tented desert dinner filled with candles, rugs and down-filled cushions. “Somehow” means a distant business associate of her dad’s. She’s a hookah “expert” now and has been wearing nothing but tunics since she got back. Oh did she tell you about the snake charmer? Anyway this particular tunic was purchased from the most charming little family whose children were adorably shoeless running around the market and filthy. Oh to be a child again! She got a hell of a deal on that tunic. This fabric is Oscar de la Renta for Lee Jofa and it so appeals to the bohemian in me! So light up a joint (or a candle - whatever you’re into) and have a great time with Pascal!
Kate runs a thriving charity benefiting the homeless and somehow has time to be a doting mother to four children. And has her yoga certification. And no chin hairs....
This is the new Amy. This Amy would never have a gross refrigerator. She's not that kind of person. She's clean, organized and fresh. She feels sorry for the people with dirty fridge shelves and expired chicken stock boxes. She can't imagine having a 2 year old jar of pepperoncini peppers with mold on the inside of the lid. That's no way to live and Amy is glad she's the right kind of person. Yesterday Amy had two bags of clothes designated for Goodwill in her dining room corner. They'd been there for 2.5 months, eventually becoming invisible.
She slithers her way in and out of friend groups, wreaking havoc anywhere she can. She told you last week how much she admires you for not caring what you look like – she “just doesn’t feel right about leaving the house“ if she’s not completely put together.