In those moments where you've heard the words that you never wish to hear, and fear something may in fact be true, nothing can ease the pain. You can pretend that you are going to be ok, but you really don't believe it. It feels as if someone has taken a knife and slowly stuck it deep in your belly. Time seems to stop all around you and it's as if nothing will ever be the same again. I'm not going to get into deep feelings here on my blog, because words are cheap. I have had the longest day possible, and perhaps the best way to remedy this awful feeling is to overload my brain with the prettiest of thoughts and images. Couture colors that creep in and cover up tears. I have to believe that every letdown is part of some bigger picture and process and eventually this will give way to reveal something better. So in my effort to obliterate these words in my head, to replace the knot in my stomach, to knock over the regret, let me show you the best possible happiness replacement... thank you Mr. Galliano, Mr. LaCroix, and the rest of you for helping me get through the longest day. I have to admit, that the comments I receive on my blog are a real boost. So thanks to you folks who are always leaving me cool comments and sharing.