Miss Mich's Nest Theory

Dear hearts,

As Miss Mich was sharing a glass of something clean and fruity last night with Miss Mellie on the line, we began to discuss Easter. It was then that it occurred to me that one really should not put all of one's eggs in any one basket.

Miss Mich is a fan of the Lindt bunny, and the bright young things look forward with delight and anticipation to their gold bunny each Easter. It's just not Easter Sunday without You know Who rising from the dead and a big chunk of Swiss brown.

But back to the baskets... Miss Mich has made the mistake, perhaps, of thinking that one nest will satisfy all eggs. With experience and hindsight, I am now not so sure.

What may be perfectly acceptable for the sunbirds at the cottage (onto the third clutch of eggs in this one nest), is not necessarily the right "one size fits all" for Miss Mich.

One should have a nest for sport. Big, beefy and with stamina to satisfy and provide a good hard game. There are rules of course, and they are all mine.

One nest for academic challenge. This nest may be feathered with literature, poetry leaves, politics and a sharp wit.

Another nest for amusement. Being silly, laughing, feeling like a teenager and indulging like one. It would need to be quite a capacious nest, because when Miss Mich is being silly, she is quite uncordinated and falls over a lot...

The last nest is only little and in the highest branches of Miss Mich's tree. This is the nest with the softest down and the most protection. Miss Mich has not climbed into this one for some time and can't imagine when she will, or with whom, but it is important to know it is there. Just in case.

So there you have it, dear hearts. Miss Mich's Nest Theory. Sit on it for a few days and see what hatches.

Enjoy Hump Day.

Love Miss Mich

Miss Mich and the City

Dear hearts,

Well..it has taken Miss Mich a day to recover from the likes of Sydney town.

As much as Miss Mich loves her best friends there, it is here that is home. Having said that, it was a fabulous whirl wind of events.

Miss Mich can share with you the view poolside at Ivy's coolest uber restaurant Uccello. After midnight the brightest young things strip down to their teeny weeny bikini's and swim Esther Williams style up and down the pool, legs akimbo for all the boys and girls to see. That is of course if they can take their eyes off scanning the room for the rich and famous. Miss Mich found it interesting if a little pretentious. Definitely one for the rich and slightly insecure. Miss Mich looked fabulous, obvi, and whilst the company of way too prominent a certain legal eagle and heir was challenging and stimulating, found the venue amusing and trying at the same time.

We three then tootled off to Piano Bar, newest and hippest of the Kings X bars. Fabo live band and more of the beautiful and young. A healthy mix of shall we say colourful Kings X players all coming to pay their respects to the Eagle. Miss Mich was feeling a little Godfather deja vu, so decided to concentrate on the band at hand. And they were hot.

Saturday was devoted to all things Stationery and Miss Mich beetled around the displays with the chickens, making sure all of the pretty freebies ended up in the bag for the bright young things back at the cottage.

The dreaded harbour cruise on Saturday night was as expected. Miss Mich has been on far too many of these industry functions and counted the rowing strokes until she could tuck herself up into that big fluffy bed back at the hotel.

Sunday brought with it the luxury of cured salmon, Miss Mellies famous creme Fraiche and dill, champagne and the sailboats bobbing in Double Bay. This is Miss Mich's Sydney. Good food, the best of friends and that beautiful harbour. Too much laughter and never too much champagne made the perfect end to a busy weekend.

Good news dear hearts, Miss Mellie will be with us this weekend...cannot wait!

Enjoy Tuesday.

Love Miss Mich

Welcome to the Weekend

It's Friday dear hearts!

And Miss Mich is excited..Off to Sydney to share the pen love and catch up with more of Miss Mich's best friends.

Miss Mellie will be toasting the croissants and popping the corks for Sunday brunch and Miss Mich's premier wardrobe consultant will be eyeing off the latest trends and giving all an update. Said wardrobe consultant and lover of the middle eastern man, Miss Christine was very much the doyenne of Double Bay, back in the day. But let me tell you, still knows a thing or three about style and wardrobe management. We will be hearing the gospel according to Miss Christine very soon.

Being a Sydney girl, my heart is a little a flutter at the thought of Rose Bay, Double Bay, Belleview Hill and my darling girl friends. In my former life, Sydney was a beautiful place to live. One had the view, the lunches, that spacious boot and the funds to fill it. The bright young things tootled around with their friends, boating, sailing, surfing and generally being spoilt, as was Miss Mich.

Now, being a Queensland girl, my heart is a flutter at the thought of sailing out from Yorkey's on a Thursday evening, driving with the full moon behind those amazing green hills, watching the Ulysses butterfies dance around me and the sun birds. And I realise that even though my boot may now be teeny weeny and there are no funds to fill it, I am as spoilt now as I was then.

Enjoy Friday.

Love Miss Mich

Miss Mich and the Manual

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

All in All

Dear hearts,

Miss Mich has recovered her decorum and refuses to ever be drawn into the unfortunate and unseemly behaviour of having a tanti again... (at least until it is absolutely necessary).

Monday brought with it much activity. Miss Mich sent the chickens on their way to bring love and pens to the world.

The Green Guru sent messages from Paris promising that the UN is on track for Asia Pacific rim tourism staying green. Thank goodness for that. Sailing nut that he is, told Miss Mich that sailing the Norfolk Broads (when he was in the UK) in early spring can bring nothing but frost and bite to your journey...Miss Mich remains a committed fair weather sailor and will not venture out in anything pre late 20's..(the exception being the temperature of the Gin and Tonic..obvi..)

The bright young thing Miss Mich sent to the Whitsunday's is now discovering and indulging her inner hippy in Byron Bay. Last we spoke she was about to go on stage to sing and strum and save and no doubt fall in love with some French Canadian as optomistic as her sweet self...oh dear. As long as her french improves all is not lost...

The baby remains Miss Mich's preferred child, sharing with her the highs and lows of the tabloid tv shows showcasing the large and talented. I sometimes get confused and want to call all the programs "So you think you can Lose" r...

Miss Mich's beautiful boy beetles away in Canberra learning the gentle art of tiling under the patronage of a modern day Medici...I look forward to a roman bath tiled in mosaics. Just the thing for water sports...(don't tell the boy)

And there is the promise of sport for lunch tomorrow...

All in all an excellent start to the week.

Enjoy Monday.

Love Miss Mich

It's my Party...

Dear hearts,

Such a week has Miss Mich had. Suffice to say there were many pens to sell, many chickens to rally and Miss Mich at her lowest ebb.

The only sport was Denghi infected tennis in Lake St, sailing was cancelled due to strong wind and Miss Mich's lunch date on Friday dropped out at the last minute...

As you can imagine, Miss Mich was not impressed. Luckily, Miss Mich's best friend and therapist, Sha ron Morree came to the ever dependable rescue and a somewhat soothing lunch of soup and wine was had. To be honest dear hearts, it wasn't soothing at all. Sha ron pointing out to Miss Mich, that although she may not show it overtly, Miss Mich does have tantrums...

I am not proud to admit this and nor do I fully believe that I completely disgrace myself (I save that for for the futile yet tenacious pursuit of unsuitable sporting partners...but more of that later).

As Miss Mich railed on, quietly yet constantly, about manners, ettiquette and the seemingly laisses-faires attitude of certain aquaintances in Miss Mich's sporting world, Shar ron began to laugh...(!) She seemed to think Miss Mich was having a tanti right then and there. In my defence, dear hearts, there was no rolling around on the floor (I save that for sport), no tears, and no stamping of Prada clad feet (I value my treasures). But there may have been some eye rolling and there was definitely some vitriol, along with a healthy dose of sarcasm.

As the chopsticks snapped and the chilli made eyes water, Miss Mich continued on. One glass was not enough, but had to do as the chickens were expecting their Friday afternoon homily on all things stationery. Note to self: who's bright idea was it to have meetings at 4pm on Friday??

Miss Mich decided to use the tanti for good and not evil. She put the voodoo doll away and instead gave a stirring and firm presentation to the chickens, rallying them to go forth and sell those pens, share the love amongst all and be polite along the way.

Miss Mich took herself home Friday evening and enjoyed the company of SBS documentaries and the very sympathetic ear of a cheeky little cleanskin from the Eastern side of a hill somewhere in South Australia. Both SBS and said Pinot Grigio did not argue once, but rather agreed that manners are all..

Enjoy Sunday afternoon.

Love Miss Mich

Afternoon Tea at the Oasis

Dear hearts,

There is a special place Miss Mich retreats to on the weekends where she can truly be herself. A place where her voice is heard and shared amongst those with similar interests in the minutia of life, ourselves (obvi..) and the state of the state (election next Sat dear hearts).

With a toast to Dame Elizabeth on her 100th B'day (and commiserations to her about the unfortunate, though billionaire son), the afternoon was off and running.

My darling B et B, gracious hosts and Miss Mich's surrogate Uncles and Father Confessors, best girlfriends and all round good guys open their little sanctuary in the Edge Hills most Saturdays and Sundays. You will often hear the great Bab's belting out tunes of revenge and regret floating over the gardens for all to hear.

It is here you will find shall we say an eclectic and exotic collection of guests and tropical fauna. Local, interstate and international. Chez B et B is truly Switzerland. Bi,- partisan, neutral, open minded and forgiving, it is the most interesting place to have a conversation and a glass of something fruity..

Miss Mich tells the boys all her secrets and shares her scandal. They love the sport stories the most..surprise, surprise...

Miss Mich's best friend Sha ron (niece of said Uncles and mother of AJ and Napoleon, the only little ones Miss Mich can bear) makes the afternoon complete with her special brand of healthy cynicism. Sha ron is convinced she will never play sport again, that she is on the bench and there are no team players out there for her. Miss Mich, ever the optimist, has told her this bitterness will pass. The look that comes across the table cuts the cheese like a knife as Miss Mich ducks and dismisses it along with the Castello (not on these hips..)

By the time Miss Mich swans out the door like Aunty Mame, little ones in wrapped around
her legs in cuddles galore, the exotic flowers by the pool discussing all things glam, the sun is setting on another day in paradise and we are all ready to face another week at the coal face that is Anna Bligh's smart state...

Enjoy Monday.

Love Miss Mich