I landed in a suspiciously warm New York, for numerous rounds of design and sample meetings, which involves several days spent crouched over a sea of swatches playing around with colors, textures and patterns.
Of course this sounds ridiculously fun. It’s not. You go to bed all confident and wake up a little while later in a cold sweat, panicked you might have guessed wrong, and that no one will buy snakeskin and they really want suede.
On one evening I went to a dinner, in a beautiful home, with accomplished women debating life. The conversation of colleges came up, and where they might be sending their children for further education. I thought back to a recent conversation with my eldest, who had decided to go to South America and not to college. Someone turned to me and asked where mine was thinking of going. “Colombia” I said, not elaborating on this being the country, not the college.
On my last day I ran all over town, in and out of press meetings, introducing our new Extraordinary Oil to the beauty editors. “What does it do?” they asked. “Everything” I said, “it’s a lovely rich blend of different oils, and can be used in so many places: cuticles, neck, face, hair….” “Is it safe on the vagina?” someone asked. Now of all the places we had tested our oil this, admittedly, had not been one of them.
I left the meeting, wondering what everyone was up to back home….