It’s true. I’ve garnered some bling recently. Ever since I got my GABF medal last year, the paparazzi have been following my every move. “Colette, over here!” their shouts bombarding me, flash bulbs in my face. You know, it’s hard for a farm girl like me to take it all in. One day, you’re pitching hay on a quaint little Belgian farm and the next they want you showing off your bling like an iced-out hip-hop star rolling through the LBC in a late 90s rap video. It’s just not my style. I’m more comfortable taking it easy, enjoying a crisp saison on a patio somewhere than strutting my stuff on the red carpet. I may play the part of tart, but you know I’m sweet at heart.