The Pretty People

There are some people that seem to have a strange ability-- no, let's be honest... it really is more of a superpower. A superpower that defies description....one that no woman in the world would refuse. What is this magical gift they have been granted, you ask? They are able to look the same after work as they do in the morning. These gifted people are able to end the day with the same amount of makeup on as when they first left their bathrooms. Their hair stays in the same basic position all day long.

They don't wilt.
They don't perspire.
They don't get rings of mascara and eyeliner that seep into their eye wrinkles.
They don't forget they have eye makeup on (after some 12 years of wearing it regularly) and rub their eyes.
They can walk around Hong Kong looking chic and cool at any hour of the day.
They can spend 14 hours on a plane and look no worse for the wear.



I? Am not one of those people.

Thoughts from The East

*We were almost treated to a taxi driver brawl at the Yiwu airport the other night because the driver at the front of the queue didn't want to take the Chinese man who was first in line.... he wanted the "foreigner" behind him. (I'm trying to picture THAT happening in New York City) Also, since Chinese men often sound (to me) like they are fighting when they are just having normal conversations-- you should hear a group of 10 of them when they really ARE furious! I'm still mad that my camera was in my suitcase where I couldn't get it. What I wouldn't give to have video. It was highly entertaining.


*It is possible that I have seen more Australians today in Hong Kong than actual Hong Kong residents.

*As we were walking the Jewelry Show today, my boss mentioned that he thought he was going to have to change his style for the next trip. When I asked him what he meant, he gestured towards a group of well dressed men and said "I guess you have to dress like a gay man." My response? "They aren't gay.... they're Italian."


*Speaking of Italians, I wonder at what point my boss is going to start thinking that me pointing out hot men to the other buyers is unprofessional.

In Case You Wondered

I can apparently no longer access my blog while in mainland China. Also? Facebook seems to be off limits. Weird.
I'll post more later, but am too tired write now to update on the trip much. I'm attaching proof-- here's what I look like at the end of the day over here...

This is How I Know I'm Old

Since she was old enough to know what a wedding is, my niece, Anna, has asked me about once or twice a year the following question:

"Aunt Sarah, if you ever meet a boy you like enough and decide to get married-- can I be a flower girl?"

She's 9 now (almost 10) and when she was here last month the question changed to:

"Aunt Sarah, if you ever meet a boy you like enough to marry-- can I be a bridesmaid??"

I told her she would have to duke it out with my friend, Katie. :-)