It is a shame that my regular Monday dinner date does not share my love for all things, gold and glittery. Paperchase makes the most gorgeous cake stands. A recent kitchen debacle had me yearning for a “lazy susan”. I love my Tangerine Kitchenaid. One would say that I am already blessed and yet, I find myself lusting over a Cusinart Ice Cream Maker, well really I would much prefer one from Musso. Alas, my pockets resemble a shallow well instead of a deep abyss that it SHOULD be.

LF snuck out of a corporate do and in a healthy role reversal, I drove by to pick him up. The plans were to steer clear from the bottle but, I could not resist.

My archilles’ heel was in the form of a gorgeous Gerwertztraminer, 2006. As delicious as it was, I found myself yearning for a good red. Comes with the season, I suppose.

I did wish that I was better dressed for dinner. Truthfully, I have a level of admiration for women who preen flawlessly. Most days, I struggle to make sure that I have enough sunscreen on. Yet, there they are, all coiffed and decked in their Sunday best, all the time.

New resolution: Be well-dressed all the time.

Merry Christmas!

In life, you are rarely given a chance to rewrite “wrongs”, much less re-live the “rights”. We trundle through the ebb and flow of our mundane routine leaving nothing to chance.

At 14, LF was uncomplicated, faultlessly innocent, utterly adorable and calm that I desperately needed yet couldn’t hold on to. Towering me with his broad swimmer shoulders, penknife thin slits for eyes coupled with a hearty laugh that caught my attention before my heart latched on.

On hindsight, LF set the tone for all the boys from then on. As we sat there, I realised that a decade, four countries, three continents, a couple of bus stops and a few relationships later, we are right back where we first started. Of course, we are better dressed now. At least, I am.