For richer, for poorer

I'm still not better so had to go see a doctor. It was either that or pursuing a career in porn film voice overs. For once I've actually been ordered to drink loads. Unfortunately I don't think he meant rosé... And my, right now I could actually  use some.

I know my budget management skills are on par with Tom Cruise's sanity (read: non-existent) but never before have I gotten it this royally wrong. I got paid last Friday and by Sunday I'd spent it all. On wining and dining and shopping...macaroons. And books on... macaroons. Yes, you read it right: those little round cakes from heaven a.k.a. Ladurée. They have opened a shop in Stockholm. And I sure have been making the most  of it.

I found myself staring at my reflection in a window display in disbelief after the cash point  had notified me of my sad state. I can't be poor! Not with my just-the-right-shade-of-cool -blonde-highlighted hair, Pucci scarf, Hermés bracelet and Fendi belt!

It's been two years since I quit that well-paid job of mine. Yet even two years haven't been enough to realize that it also means I can't keep spending like this. 

In this light it probably makes no sense to be flitting around buying wedding dresses for a wedding that so far only exists in my head. But even if it all backfires (erm...again...) at least I'll get a pretty dress out of this. And I'll be ready when P Diddy invites me to one of those White Parties of his! 

Financially speaking things are not too swell for The Man either. He's Spain to my Greece. So we decided to save what was left of the Italian economy and resorted to a therapeutic shopping session at Prada. See? How can he not be my soul mate? I am dating/ might be dating/ am about to start dating a man who wears Prada! Ok, the movie joke is not entirely lost on me...

And yet...not a job interview in sight for me. The Man just had his and they seem impressed- he's still in the running. Towards the end of the summer there will be yet another interview and then... if he does get the job... we'll apparently try to merge our lives together. Oh, how I  (and the dress) can't wait for that to happen...!