The Last Charm

Dear Hearts,

The last Charm. After this, we shall never have the need to refer to him again.

I have decided this is to be the last Charm. I am done with the need to have trinkets hanging off my wrist. I am putting the bracelet in the back of my underwear drawer with all of the very necessary experience that they have all afforded me. With gratitude and thanks.

Out of all the Charms, the last one has left the most visible mark. Good and not so good.

Melbourne Cup is a dangerous day to be out and about Dear hearts. The members’ marquee at Royal Randwick Racecourse provided the ideal opportunity to amuse oneself with Miss Mich’s best ever girlfriends and the movers and shakers of the Eastern suburbs. Clearly the last charm did what he does best and charmed his way onto one of the best and loosest tables by the winning post.

Miss Mich was perhaps touched a little by the sun despite her big picture hat and with the resounding endorsement of her darling friends was somewhat taken with the green eyes, black hair and olive skin. So began what can only be described as the making of Miss Mich. Good and not so good.

The attraction was good. Seriously good. The addiction of said charm to Miss Mich, in the end, was not.

Before it all went seriously south, things could not have been better. Miss Mich was feeling like a 16 year old, hanging out, laughing, playing pool (badly) and reacquainting herself with a certain Mary Jane and her fresh friend Marguerita. Then came Miss Mich. Seriously.

The move to the far far north is, along with the new tricks picked up on the way by far the best thing that has ever happened to MM. The Bright Young Things agree that indeed, we live in paradise.

Living in the Big House, as we have discussed, was sublime and Trinity Beach will forever be Miss Mich’s true spiritual home. “Her country”; to put it into the words of the traditional owners.

Make no mistake, Dear hearts, the Last Charm was fun to be with. He helped Miss Mich to channel her inner child. Helped her rediscover her cheeky side and sang and danced naked with her on the terrace under many a full moon. There were quite a few firsts with him, none of which we can speak of in polite company, but suffice to say that Miss Mich’s experience is broader and better as a result.

If only he had used his charm for good and not evil…

Certain liaison’s have a use by date. One should, in a grown up world, accept such a determination, remain civil if not friends, and carry on…The last charm had other ideas. He proceeded to make as much trouble for Miss Mich as he possibly could. Some of it was school boy stuff and some of it required legal intervention. All of it was at the least tiresome and at the worst, terrifying. Miss Mich is now quite adept at representing herself (along with a little Legal Eagle assistance) in the court room. She has her own personal detective on speed dial (just in case) and the local constabulary wave and exchange pleasantries on a first name basis as they cruise past the cottage just to make sure all is well.

You can imagine, then, why Miss Mich has decided to pop that bracelet away. Charms can be both whimsical and wicked. And not always in a good way.

Weighing it all up, Dear hearts, Miss Mich has the benefit of taking with her the tricks learned and making them even better. The last charm, as it has turned out, has just been a starting point…there is no limit to what one can achieve. Stay tuned…

Miss Mich now also has the confidence to make her own decisions, live on her own and choose if and when and more importantly, with whom she wishes to play. That is good.

We are all a work in progress, Dear hearts. Remember that. Good and not so good.

Enjoy Thursday.

With love
Miss Mich