Zara vest, Topshop tunic worn over shorts, Jessica Simpson shoes, Miss Selfridge hat.
Another year older…
Yesterday was my actual birthday, and the family and I decided to do a chilled home celebration after a serious party fueled weekend. The boy and I have slightly obscure living arrangements while residing in Hong Kong. Half the week we immerse ourselves in the buzz of Hong Kong and sleep at our modest one bedroom apartment, which perches directly in the centre of all the action. We spend little time at home, and take full advantage of all the restaurants, bars, and shops the packed island offers. The other half we escape an hour outside the city to my Dad’s “place” where much of my family now live. Describing this sanctuary is almost impossible, but the easiest comparison would be a five star all inclusive resort, except only open for our family and friends. Here the boy and I descend from city life, indulge in enormous meals, and freely delve into every spa treatment on offer. Our room is so serene we often find it impossible to wake and leave the bed. I am enjoying the balance of excitement and relaxation.
