The Charm Bracelet

Dear hearts,

It is time to share some of the charms with you. Why now you ask? Why not I say. There will be wisdom to be taken from the stories and lessons learned in how to disgrace oneself in the most charming way.

Unlike most bright young things, Miss Mich did not begin to sew her wild oats until she was shall we say, set free by the sperm donor who is the father of the incumbent bright young things. As much as Miss Mich would like to claim the babies as immaculate conception, and even though she may have been thinking of England at the time, he was, and she was, actually present.

So there was Miss Mich, the single world her oyster. It was just beginning Spring, so with a spring in her step and a new wardrobe by her side, Miss Mich was suddenly "on the market".

When one goes shopping, one tends to shop locally. That way, there is a confidence that the provenance of the produce is of a calibre that is acceptable and the quality assured. This is how Miss Mich added her first charm, the Accountant, to the bracelet. He was familiar, (he had been creative with the family trust), younger (which was excellent for the ego) and played tennis (sport- obvi).

It was just the thing Miss Mich needed to get her back in the game. Her tennis improved, her stamina increased and her ego blushed at the thought of the years in between. This Maori money warrior amused Miss Mich long enough to provide several occasions of dinner and a show, (he could cook as well).

Did Miss Mich disgrace herself with this charm?

The interlude was brief, the frienship continued even after the question was posed to which Miss Mich was forced to reply, "don't ask a question you may not want the answer to..." and the family trust survived for a few years longer. So upon reflection, Dear hearts, I think Miss Mich escaped rather well, and did not in fact disgrace herself. She saved that for the Farmer...

But more of that charm later.

Enjoy creative fiscal responsibilty and Wednesday.

Love Miss Mich