Dear hearts,
Another beautiful day in Paradise. And Miss Mich has finally got it!
Driving in from the northern beaches Miss Mich suddenly realised that she could not remember which gear she was in, did not panic and was making graceful curves around those enormous round-a-bouts.
To put you in the drivers seat, so to speak, Miss Mich should explain that in her former life (to which she will refer more than once don't you worry..), Miss Mich drove only a particular Germanic species. The one with the badge that delinquent youths and various B class rappers spent their time wearing around their necks as trophy's of honour from the late 90's on. No marques for taste there dear hearts. Miss Mich did in fact lose one of hers in the summer of 2003. We plugged up the hole with a little soft koala until he was liberated by who knows whom at Watson's Bay. That happy little guy sailed around the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney as quite the celebrity. The bright young things were delighted whilst the other private school mothers thought it a travesty...
With that history in mind, when Miss Mich began to sell her pens she was generously given a little bubble with a gear stick to make her way around town. You may have seen Miss Mich stalled at the lights apologising, stalled at the round-a-bouts apologising or stalled in carparks apologising. Interestingly enough, there was no bunny-hopping. It was all movement or no movement. This in line with Miss Mich's philosophy for life - of all or nothing..
Whilst Miss Mich struggled to find the happy medium of smooth movement, she did think back fondly to being able to drive with just one foot, the insousiance of parking wherever she felt like and that lovely, large boot just big enough for life's essential purchases.
This morning was a breakthrough and you will be happy to know that Miss Mich is now at one with the gear shift. So comfortable in fact, that it is now possible to move seamlessly from forth to third, order coffee from Dolce and re position ones sunglasses to deflect the glare from the Espy.
Now all Miss Mich needs to do is fill that teeny, weeny boot with all things essential...
Enjoy Tuesday.
Love Miss Mich
Another beautiful day in Paradise. And Miss Mich has finally got it!
Driving in from the northern beaches Miss Mich suddenly realised that she could not remember which gear she was in, did not panic and was making graceful curves around those enormous round-a-bouts.
To put you in the drivers seat, so to speak, Miss Mich should explain that in her former life (to which she will refer more than once don't you worry..), Miss Mich drove only a particular Germanic species. The one with the badge that delinquent youths and various B class rappers spent their time wearing around their necks as trophy's of honour from the late 90's on. No marques for taste there dear hearts. Miss Mich did in fact lose one of hers in the summer of 2003. We plugged up the hole with a little soft koala until he was liberated by who knows whom at Watson's Bay. That happy little guy sailed around the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney as quite the celebrity. The bright young things were delighted whilst the other private school mothers thought it a travesty...
With that history in mind, when Miss Mich began to sell her pens she was generously given a little bubble with a gear stick to make her way around town. You may have seen Miss Mich stalled at the lights apologising, stalled at the round-a-bouts apologising or stalled in carparks apologising. Interestingly enough, there was no bunny-hopping. It was all movement or no movement. This in line with Miss Mich's philosophy for life - of all or nothing..
Whilst Miss Mich struggled to find the happy medium of smooth movement, she did think back fondly to being able to drive with just one foot, the insousiance of parking wherever she felt like and that lovely, large boot just big enough for life's essential purchases.
This morning was a breakthrough and you will be happy to know that Miss Mich is now at one with the gear shift. So comfortable in fact, that it is now possible to move seamlessly from forth to third, order coffee from Dolce and re position ones sunglasses to deflect the glare from the Espy.
Now all Miss Mich needs to do is fill that teeny, weeny boot with all things essential...
Enjoy Tuesday.
Love Miss Mich
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