WOULD YOU, COULD YOU.....

Having recently posted about shoes. My fellow blogger have discussed bags. Now I have been known to co-habit with this practise. Also to gain some entertainment from http://www.bagsnob.com/
Being the daughter a woman who said "A good handbag makes the outfit", I was drawn immediately to it.
This is a two woman team, who scrutinise every 'IT' bag before it hits the shops . The fine detail they use to describe each bag ("it reminds me of old buildings with wood detailing that's been carefully carved by artisans") is extraordinary. Nevertheless they can be quite brutal and slightly rude.
Which brings me to this Louis Vuitton Tribute patchwork bag (photo above), retailing at a jaw dropping £23,484. It is the world's most costly handbag- almost £3,000 more expensive than a Mercedes C180 Coupe SE.
I hate it, when I was a teenager (OK, a long time ago ), my mistakes where mixing up whatever statements I thought I wanted to make to the world at that time. This bag encapsulates all that hormone confusion of my embarrassing youth.
What do you think? Be honest.....

TALKING MINDS....

Had a superb evening, have been recovering most of the day....
Unfortunately with my medication, I am not the social whirlwind I use to be (could also be an age thing).
Sue is coming over one day next week, whilst Math is away. We will go out for lunch somewhere, I love her company and we never run out of things to talk about.

I have spoken to akelamalu today, I am so proud of her. She is doing really well after her operation. I wish I lived closer to her. Now we can talk (anything and everything, is discussed).

Its strange though, how sometimes words need not be exchanged. Just someone being there, a look or touch can say a thousand words. Do you have people in your life, were no words are needed?
This special gift of reading peoples emotions is priceless. Like some animals, some of us humans are far more apt at using it. If you notice in your life the people who make this connection with you, what feeling does it install in you? I usually react in two ways, secure or fear.

An example is Math, without saying a word, he holds my hand when some how he knows I'm frightened. We will both go to do the same thing at the same time, the times I have tried phoning him as he's ringing me.
The consultant at the hospital, answered all the questions I was thinking, like he could read my mind.....
My son also does this, 'before you ask mum, no I didn't', or words to that effect.
I think most politicians are good at this too, telling you what you want hear. Even if they have no intention of carrying them through.

Don't know how I got onto this subject, told you I can talk until the cows come home.....

FRIENDSHIP

Maths is home for the weekend (Ta- rah), and we are going to friends this evening for a meal. Scot works with Math, and I met his wife Sue through various functions we all attended.
Two and a half years ago, their lives changed completely. Scot was taking early retirement, to start his own business. He would be working less hours on a consultancy basis, for the same company.
Sue was to continue her job, she enjoyed the challenge and had a good network of friends. They have 3 off spring. The 2 boys are in very prestigious jobs, married with young families of their own, their youngest, a daughter, still lives at home.
So with all their plans made, the future looked comfortable and secure. I remember Math coming home from work, and telling me he had been talking to Scot.
Apparently, Sue had been having quite a few problems with her mobility and many other issues. She had been to several specialists, being passed from one to the other. Finally, she had an appointment with a top neurologist.
We spoke several times leading up to this, the strange thing was, Sue was always so cheerful and positive.

I can clearly recall the phone call I had from Math, Scot had told him all Sue's tests were back, and she had been diagnosed with MS (multiple sclerosis).
The words came as such a shock to me, how on earth was Sue handling them. What about all their plans, Scot and Sue are such a lovely couple this seemed so unfair.....
A short time after, we were invited to Scots retirement Bar-B-Q at their home. (Scots retirement do's, became quite a joke. I think he had 7 in total).
Sue was sat outside on the swing settee, glass of wine in her hand, Scot brought me a glass as I joined her. For once in my life I truly didn't know what to say.
She looked fabulous, and its hard to believe the amount of medication she is on.

We had an incredible evening, Sue told me about all their plans, not once did she complain.
They had just changed their goalposts, because of the love they have for each other, nothing was going to alter their rosy future...

Tonight when we arrive, Sue will be full of their future trip to Australia. They are going on a cruise liner, because of her mobility. Nothing not nothing, will ever stop these two enjoying their lives together.

I am lucky, to know and to have people like Scot & Sue as friends. All my friends are wonderful people. The women are strong individualist, the men strong with caring natures.
The saying 'friends walk in when the rest of the world walks out' is very true........

Just click on this link to read more about friendship:

http://www.midnightangel308.com/friendship_quote.htm

HOW MUCH......

Yesterday, I paid my daily visit to my favorite blogs. When I came to My Marrakech, I had to grin to myself, she had hit upon one of my great weakness's SHOES. My friend and fellow blogger akelamalu , will understand why, for she to suffers from the same disorder.

Flat ones, wedged ones, high heels, low heels, comfy, lacy, pointed toes, square toes, open toes, you name it I most probably own a pair. Along with umpteen pairs of boots.
I am sure I would be the owner of several properties by now if I had invested in bricks and mortar instead of Dolce & Gabbana or Giuseppe Zanotti.........

Math is very patient with my ailment , as he knows I can't walk by a shoe shop without trying on several pairs. Regardless of all the sensible questions he asks me, are they comfortable, sure you will wear them, etc,etc, I inevitably leave the shop with a pair.
My ultimate luxury, would be to have a walk-in shoe closet.

There is a guy called Manolo, who has a blog called, http://shoeblogs.com/ pay him a visit. Unlike the blogs that tell you what to buy, the pleasure is in the wit and erudition of his writing. He shares his love for shoes with others, to showcase the picture of beautiful shoes, to discuss shoes with those who are interested, to recommend the appropriate shoes to those who need the guidance...

Aaaaaaaaaah shoes.........

CHEERS MUMMY........

Its my mothers 76th birthday tomorrow, I would be cast into the pits of hell if she found out I'd posted her age. But I won't tell if you don't.....
Luckily a friend is coming to take me out for lunch tomorrow, and kindly said she will take me over to my mothers, to give her her present and card (its driving me crazy not being able to drive, pardon the pun).
She is fantastic for her age, just has the habit of repeating herself a few times. Mind you so do I and there are quite a few decades between us. Mind you so do I and there are quite a few decades between us (hee hee).



Mummy will have her full war paint on, dressed in her best, jewels and all. A bit like Liz Taylor, but one year older and still on her feet.
Having worked until she was 60, and having a roller-coaster life, I am very proud of her. I do hope that I've inherited some of her genes, although to be honest her skin is far better than mine, having never spent a fortune on it (unlike wah).
SO, Happy Birthday mummy, wishing you, good health and happiness, I LOVE YOU......

TIME FOR BED....

Up at 4.0am this morning, to give Maths his spends and to tell him to be nice to the other children whilst he's away from home. It will be a lonely place here without him , but I should be use to it by now.....
I know Milo will miss him, he kind of sulks around when Maths not here, guess I do the the same, would never tell him though!!!!!

Early to bed for me, shattered with such an early start to the day.

Hairdresser has been, my locks have been cropped , and YES I hate it. I don't look sexy with a fringe in fact I would say I look ridiculous. Maybe I will wake up tomorrow and it will all have been a bad dream....