The Secret Of My Success

Meet Giulietta, my secretary extra-ordinaire. As you might be able to tell from this snapshot of a tiny corner of my desk, my life is in chaos. I have trouble even getting started on my 'to do' list because I can't find the damn list. Enter Giulietta, originally from Barcelona, she spent some time with a vintage toy collector in Santa Fe, then on to our Brooklyn brownstone. Always cheerful, forever immaculately groomed and she knows shorthand. But the best part is that look in her eye, that cheeky, admiring, knowing look. "You're fabulous, Bella!" she exclaims. "Yes, you're absolutely right!"she says. "Brilliant, I couldn't have said it better myself." And with a wink, a saucy swing of her crossed leg in those platform heels, she pats her strawberry blonde hair and says, "Andiamo dahling. What are you waiting for? Let's go!" She perks me up and keeps me going. I don't know what I'd do without her. Everyone needs a Giulietta. Don't have one? You must get one today.