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Dubai...an unexpected yes in my books!

Ahhh and a very good morning to you all! It's been a while since we've spoken I know...I know. Have been in Dubai for Spring break/ Easter hols. Had a fabulous time at the Atlantis on the palm with the two little princes. Swimming with dolphins, thrashing around a god forsaken waterpark ( D&G wedges weren't the most practical- but was I going to wear flip flops? Ahhh no I think not!) and admiring many little nemo's at the aquarium. I played the role of doting mum very well indeed- so as soon as I could ditch the male members of my family (Oh dear that means everyone except me!) I made no excuses in high tailing it to every mall in Dubai. Ok I lie...not EVERY mall. Because I don't think even I could have claimed that feat. Who knows how many there are out there withstanding the desert storms of Dubai? I suspect another one has probably popped up in the time it's taken me to write this latest edition! And I'll admit to this. I definetly didn't wear any stiletto's. DO NOT attempt to wear any sky high's on a shopping spree in Dubai. You could go on and on and ON. I mean 7 hours of non stop walking is better than any cross fit workout (or whatever they call that fandangled thing!) in my opinion. She says sipping her morning coffee instead of doing hot yoga or a gym work out. Sigh.
I hit BCBG, Topshop, Ted Baker for  HRH, Marc Jacobs pour moi- bien sur and my new cheap and cheerful favourite- River Island. LOVE their kids range- for seriously cool mini hipsters I suggest checking this place out. Prince M fared pretty well out of that stop off. A new fedora, some ethnic wristbands, and some funky tangerine and red fitted cut offs. Stylee!
I'm loving my new python, peach and black wedges- colour blocking at it's best! Fashion has definetly taken a fun, warm and pleasantly easy stride in the right direction for us Bombaiites! Thank god the wedge has survived the change of season as life is a little easier negotiating all Mumbai has to offer us- roadside ;-)
Now where was I? Dubai yes. Fabulous time with the family, my credit card and my bottle of champagne of course... A very big thank you to my darling friend for hosting us for the evening in the executive lounge at the Jumeirah Beach Hotel. The view was sublime, pizza was calorific bliss and the champagne just topped it all off. Dubai gets a very unexpected 8 out of 10 for all round easy family holiday location. A big Queenie thumbs up!

These puppies are perfect for all day teetering ;-)

Speaking of Queenies we bumped into another notorious Queenie on the plane ride over to Dubai and back. Queenie Singh- or is it Dhody? I never know these days and I doubt she remembers anymore? Not with the amount of botox floating around in the atmosphere;-) Queenie S was on her own on the flight over kitted out in her obligatory Hermes belt and matching 15k tan handbag (hmmmmm), her true religion jeans, LV carry on luggage, oversized (possibly illegal) diamond and very boring yawn worthy beige cardigan. But the worst offender was the footwear. She had cream heeled sneakers on!!!! With that much money surely it would buy her some common sense and remind her that the only people healed sneakers look good on are 12 year old singing and dancing Japanese twins! Oh dear Queenie.

Queenie Singh or Dhody?

On the flight back she was accompanied by her very adorable daughter Tiara (yes that's her real name everyone...) maybe she swapped shoes with mom? The cream heeled sneakers would have matched Tiara's Minnie mouse shredded tee just perfectly! But the bizarre twist was that she was also with Raja Dhody her ex. Or so we thought? Raja was very dapper indeed dressed impeccably from head to toe- whilst Queenie wore the exact same outfit as on arrival. Even down to the heeled sneakers! Perhaps the divorce didn't prove as profitable as we all thought? Hmmmmm. I'm not surprised her attempts to host a party for Perez Hilton failed. I mean please. Anyhoo with that bitchy rant I must fly. Oh c'mon we all do it- every now and then ;-)
Air kisses flying atcha. Off to unpack another box or two in the new apartment!
Talk soon. Q x