Tracey Davis

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SHE'S MOVING OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I am deeply considering moving myself and my business to Milan. Or opening a second store there and living there. It's quite tempting. I don't think the Ministry would let me leave the country for that long, though.

I return to the country with Italian leather stilettos that have a Swarovski crystal-studded serpent twined around a metal heel. I am in love. A necessity for Slytherin alumni.

Clearly I am the only one left with a shred of dignity. I've half a mind to throw this journal away. The rubbish people write!

This is why I prefer my men to barely speak English. Everyone has gone mad! Give me an Italian model fresh off the runway, please. Young, dark, and tall. I wouldn't say no to a Frenchman, either.

I'm so glad I'm still rich and not a whore.

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I'm going on a trail ride today rather than working. Don't tell my employees. I feel the need for a horse under me, preferably one that can jump. I'm in a annoyed daring mood.

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Just received my shipment of sandals and other assorted summer-type shoes. Manolo Blahnik, anyone? Your answers should be a resounding "Yes, please, Tracey." I think my favorite pair is..well, you'll see it on display in the window. Only 55 galleons, too - that's rather inexpensive for a pair of Manolos!

This is me demanding a "Slytherin girls' night out," alright? Everyone?

I am forever grateful that silk. closes at five on Fridays. It could have been me. I normally stay in the store about an hour or two after closing. I must have just missed the tragedy.

It's shocking to think that something of that size could be planted within one of the most important centers of our kind.

Once things settle down, I will dedicate the profits of two separate days of business to St. Mungo's and match the amount from my own pocket. I should be thankful the shop wasn't damaged.

I hope no one thinks any less of me for admitting that I am extremely rattled by this whole thing.


EDIT: My name is not, and will never be, Peaches.

I caved and bought one of these journals. I was a little apprehensive at first, but it seems like I'm late to the party and a number of interesting  people have already jumped on the bandwagon! If that applies to you, you already know it.

It seems I've been doing nothing but work these days, not that that's a bad thing. It just means money to stow away for later, right? Designers keep making appointments with me, trying to find places to sell their wares. Some of them  come up with the most atrocious things - how could I possibly let white denim onto my floor? I did get a shipment of Armani denim yesterday, however - nothing white! That's a Muggle designer for the uninformed. Very high quality.

As much as I hate to admit it, these journals seem like an easy way to keep track of you all. I just returned from Paris Fashion Week a couple weeks ago and have had time for nothing but work since then. I need to do something fun and non-work related. Takers?