You never quite know how a simple prayer will be answered.

If you are a vintage mes amies, you know that I not only enjoy being alone, but I actually prefer it. Solitude has always been my space to think, to create, to process. And if you truly know me, you know that I process… slowly, deliberately, sometimes long after the moment has passed.

But lately, life has been shifting. Quietly, then all at once.

And in the midst of so many transitions, I felt something that I’ve rarely felt (and during the most random time.) When I thought about booking my ticket to The Devil Wears Prada 2, I realized,
I didn’t want to go to the theatre alone.

So I prayed (of course not solely about the theatre.)

Nothing elaborate. Nothing performative. Just a quiet, honest moment, about feeling alone, about navigating change, about wanting… something.

Then, at about 3:00 a.m. the following morning, I checked my messages.

And there it was.

A beautiful message.
An idea.
An offering.

From une de mes amies… ma famille, someone I have never even met in person.

In that moment, I didn’t immediately connect the dots. Of course I didn’t. I had to process (remember that I mentioned it takes me a moment to process things?) It took me time to sit with it, to understand what had just happened.

But when it finally settled in…
I realized:

The very thing I had prayed about the night before:
the feeling, the questions, the quiet ask…had been answered the very next morning.

Not metaphorically. Not vaguely.

Clearly. Directly. Beautifully.

What we’re creating is more than a private screening of The Devil Wears Prada 2.
It is more than fashion, more than bubbly, more than a fabulous night out.

For me, it is prayers answered.

It is confirmation that connection doesn’t require proximity.
That faith is not abstract.
That we are not as alone as we sometimes allow ourselves to believe.

It is a reminder, gentle but undeniable, that I don’t have to go through things alone.

And maybe you don’t either.

I know, wholeheartedly, that not all prayers are answered in hours. Life doesn’t always move that way. But there is something deeply comforting in knowing that no prayer is wasted. That we are not speaking into an abyss. That something…someone…is always listening, always moving, even when we don’t yet see it.

So I don’t know who needed to hear this… but:

Pray about it.
Whatever it is.

Truly.

And then… allow yourself the space to recognize the answer when it arrives, even if it doesn’t look the way you expected.

I am beyond thrilled that beaucoup mes amies are joining me on 1 May in Washington, DC (exact details will be emailed to you after purchase), for a private viewing of The Devil Wears Prada 2.

Don’t overthink it, join us for an evening of prayers answered, fabuleuxness, and laughs! Click here to reserve your seat.

Also, here is the link to the dress featured.

Ciao for now 💋