Back from Poedunk and I could bite the ass off a bear.
God I needed that holiday.
To say I am ridiculously perky is well… an understatement.
Was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo wonderful to see my gorgeous Daddy.
The boys and I spent loads of time with him. The pool everyday for two hours. The driving range (my rusty old swing came back a treat after about 2 buckets). And going out to dinner every night to our favourite place to eat ribs, fried shrimp and have ice tea. We also ate at the Club on Thursday night because prime rib is only $12.95 with all the trimmings. It was over air-conditioned bliss with iceberg lettuce salads.
Then after all that sunshine overload and too much fried food, we headed Up North to stay with one of my dear friends and her family near the coast. And as an extra special treat, my Goddaughters came down from Vermont to visit over the weekend.
My oldest Goddaugter is tweleve and a half and yes…rather a surprise to us all when her mother announced to me and our Gay Best Friend one night in our favourite bar on 6th Avenue that she was, oops pregnant.
And she is an utter joy.
Tall, confident and thanks to her Auntie Magnolia, the most perfect taste in clothes.
See I just knew she was going to be a girl from the moment I heard she was coming.
I don’t know how, but I knew.
It’s a bit nutty, but everyone talks to baby bumps and so did I. I talked endlessly to her about how we would go shopping together when she grew up and what fabulous fun we would have. I used to say key words to her tummy over and over again: Bloomingdales, Hermes, Pucci, Missoni, Harvey Nichols, Barneys, Bergdorffs, etc.
When she visited London last year, I was astonished that all that tummy talking really had an impact. She can spot a Pucci fake in a vintage shop on Portobello at 50 paces.
I am not kidding. The kid has a great, great eye.
She of course wanted to see the Isaac Mizrahi LBD I had picked up at Target (pronounced Tar-jay for those of you who don’t know this fabulous US Primark type store) and chat about clothes for school and stuff.
Natch, she loved the LBD and then was like, what else did you get at Target Auntie Mag?
Well, I bought a tennis skirt.
Now I have loads that I could wear on this upcoming date (a Toyboy that plays tennis ya’ll!!!! Finally!), but well this one was a great cut and looked fun.
I showed my Goddaughter.
Her face was blank. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
What? Do you think I should wear this on my tennis date?
Uh, Auntie Mag, first of all its hot pink. You will look like trailer trash. Oh and its so short you practically need a bikini wax to wear it.
So that’s a no then?
The following said in uber teenager bored voice:
Uh, duh, yeah Auntie Mag that is a total No. Totally.
Well, that’s me put in my place. Jeez, I didn’t think it was THAT short or THAT pink.
Lookin like the pretty white, pale blue and green one I got on sale at the tennis shop in Wimbledon last summer then…
Great to be back.
GREAT.
Ms. Magnolia
