Because I use this blog in part as a diary, I am going to post a speech my deputy made today and show you the glorious cake the magazine team had made for me. I just don’t want you to think I am trying to show off. But it was too lovely a gesture not to keep…obviously I cried.
Here is the cake
Here is Rick’s Speech:
Helena, you wear us out.
You are a whirlwind.
We don’t know how you do it.
You’re a wife, a mother … a tennis player, a yoga practitioner … a
beauty spy, a trier and a tester … a fashion and style icon with
your signature leopard print and pink … a writer, a ghostwriter, an
We don’t know when you sleep.
Your unflagging energy and tireless commitment to excellence inspire,
ennoble, charm, delight … and only occasionally infuriate us.
We congratulate and celebrate with you on the publication of your
latest novel — and we tell you that our relationship with you is one
Love in a Warm Climate.
Here I am with the cake:
And this is what is left of it now….
Let’s hope book stocks are depleted as fast…yum.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2011