And yet they still manage to keep their waistline. Oh, the French!
Friday, April 1, 2011
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About me.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
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- Royal Wedding preparations.
- No, you wear them.
- Look what I found on my airplane pillow.
- The Classy Cabin.
- Easter Matcha.
- More Schrager.
- Ian Schrager's Hawaii.
- A Halekulani fundraiser For Japan.
- Hygiene sells in Hawaii.
- Seduced by the view.
- Local pH.
- On patrol at the Pali Lookout.
- Delicious plastic.
- One more time for the camera.
- Perfect conditions at Lanikai Beach.
- Clean all over at the Halekulani.
- Poolside thoughts at the Halekulani.
- Bed before Mai Tai.
- A Halekulani Welcome.
- The Halekulani prepares.
- You drop. They swoop.
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