As you have all probably noticed, Little Miss J has been away, interning with my dear god mother Anna Summour at American Vague in NY – it was an eye opening and a hugely glamorous experience for my eight year old self. But I am back at Junior Magazine and what a fabulous time to return, a trip to Florence to report at Pitti Bimbo, one of the highlights of my fashion calendar.
Whilst sitting here writing, tourists are busy snapping the beautiful Florentine relics, the sun is blazing and Maid Millie (my hideous servant) is sitting Buddha style on our hotel roof in her acid pink bikini and attempting to speak Italian in her Essex/Italian accent – GROSS, simply gross.
After sending Maid Millie to her room for reflection, I head out shopping with my Chauffer Bon Sera, she’s a new addition to my team. Ahhh Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana = heaven. After purchasing a divine tea dress from the Gucci kids store and a fab Dolce & Gabbana bag, brogues and heavenly sunglasses, Bon Sera and I head for a late lunch at the Roberto Cavalli Cafe. Tomorrow Pitti begins and what a busy schedule we have, full of delightful catwalk shows, lunches and parties = tres excited!
As I dig into a creamy mozzarella and tomato salad I hear a loud screech, rather like the bells of Bow Church ringing. Over in the near distance I can see my hideous servant Maid Millie in a Union Jack dress, who has fallen over in the middle of the street with too many shopping bags. Furious that she has left the hotel without my authorisation, I gather my stuff to give that dreadful maid a piece of my mind. Maid Millie is somewhat apologetic and takes me to Karla G, one of our favourite shops in Florence, but much to both of our horror, Bon Sera my chauffer has never heard of Karla G – an employee of mine should know who Karla G is... I mean it's Karla G after all?