Independance Day

Dear hearts,

Miss Mich wishes to celebrate Independence day.

That for Miss Mich is everyday she is able to put food on the table and a roof over the heads of the Bright Young Things. No mean achievement, let me tell you, for a woman, who in her previous life had the David Jones Food Hall on speed dial for catering and the albeit absent, sperm donor for best address accommodation.

Miss Mich was not perhaps the perfect Lady Chatelaine, but she did look fabulous in a little frock and sparkly sandals as she supervised the wait staff at her cocktail parties. Looked the sportiest on the sidelines of the Private school Saturday sport and lunched and dined with the best of them at Sydney’s finest silver service restaurants.

The universe is a wise and considerate teacher Dear hearts. The past six years or so have taken Miss Mich on a learning curve of extraordinary proportions. She has learnt the most basic of things. How to deal with mechanics, how to pay tax, how to get a job. A real job. And more importantly, how to keep it. That is perhaps the greatest gift of all.

After being simply wife and mother (good looking obvi) for over 20 years, and then having the world change its axis somewhat, to that of single mother, Miss Mich was, as you can imagine, in a bit of a spin.

This is where Miss Mich’s inner chameleon kicked in. As spoilt as she was, in her heart she had the substance to allow for change. We all do if we are pressed hard enough. Admittedly, it took a couple of years of kicking and screaming and the sperm donor’s financial support to ready Miss Mich for the inevitable. That of self responsibility. We have spoken of this before. The grown up business of getting on with it.

A lot of it comes down to confidence, Dear hearts. Miss Mich surprised herself. When she sat down and actually thought about it, she had more experience in the world of business than she at first realized. All of that living in London and travelling to the States, all of that being the sperm donor’s accessory at conferences, balls and Ascot, subliminally gave Miss Mich an education of sorts. That combined with the fact that she actually has a naturally good business brain made the leap from lady of leisure to, in the words of the baby, working class woman, not too onerous.

So here we are, sharing the pen love far and wide. Mentoring the chickens in their quest for the lion’s share of the pen market. Creating marketing strategies for Asia Pacific pen domination. Managing the Big Kahuna and Churchill of the pen world. Every day. All the while looking fabulous..obvi..

This reads back like a big self pat on the back. And that, Dear hearts, is precisely what it is. It is sometimes necessary to acknowledge one’s achievements. We all deserve to sit back and reflect on the history of the path of our journey. If I’m lucky, Oprah or Dr Phil will read this little chestnut and fly me over to Chicago to share my secret (!). Or maybe I’ll just get a publishing deal. Or if I’m really lucky, I’ll get paid tomorrow…

Enjoy Thursday.

Love
Miss Mich