The Force of Bubbles

Dear hearts,

Such activity at the Cottage this week. With barely enough time to unpack the darling artifacts from the eastern islands of PNG, Miss Mellie arrived for a week of R and R in the far far north.

With her hand luggage consisting of six bottles of bubbles to celebrate Miss Mich's birthday, laughter, scandal and a merry time were well assured.

The Bright Young things adore Miss Mellie and look to her as their God Mother. Miss Mellie shares her wisdom and wicked sense of humour with all at the table, along with the ubiquitous cheese and red wine...

Blue cheese and red wine bring Miss Mich to the topic of today's tete e tete...

Balance and Harmony. Two most worthy capital letter subjects on Miss Mich's mind at the moment. Being a true Libran, these essentials are just that. One cannot live without them. Miss Mich is very much like the Princess and the Pea...if there is a something out of kilter, something not quite right..Miss Mich almost falls over such is her sense of balance put out. That and too many cocktails perhaps...

It's very much a Yin Yang world Dear hearts. Remember that. The hangover you have today will contrast beautifully with the clear head you will have tomorrow. Without one, you cannot appreciate the other. This is one way Miss Mich reconciles with herself the sad fact that most of the time, she must now endure domestic sparkling wine. To have been given a bottle of lovely French for her Birthday by one of Miss Mich's closest and most favourite friends, was that perfect Yin moment. A dip of the beautifully pedicured toe into her former life...there are some things Miss Mich really does miss. Interestingly, there are many things she does not. Luckily the mani/pedis are an essential no matter the cash flow.

One must realise that Balance and harmony are much more than keeping one's socialising in check Dear hearts...obvi.

One's equilibrium must be managed by the juggling of our mental, emotional and physical needs.
We need the right yin yang balance in order to transform ourselves. To grow and evolve and change. Miss Mich for one, will never stay the same. We must always embrace even the difficult phases of our lives and the moon. Because at the end Dear hearts, what was hidden will be revealed and what is destroyed will be reborn.

Enjoy Tuesday and the force of change.

With love
Miss Mich

Another Third World

Dear hearts,

It is a weary Miss Mich just returned from the wilds of the Louisiades, the eastern most islands of PNG. What a whirl wind journey…

Overnighting in that wild west frontier town of Port Moresby, Miss Mich felt lucky to escape with her scalp and dignity intact. Lucky for her, the lovely Mima and her foreign correspondent took Miss Mich under their ABC wings and treated her to a pedi and voddy at the only hotel in town. Dinner followed at the Yacht Club with the Kokoda Cowboys and sauced up ex-pats, some of whom were rumoured to be packing heat down the back of their pants. Now Miss Mich is no stranger to heat in said pants, obvi, but usually in the front of said pants…

The trip in the fortified ute to the super marche was quite the experience. Mima giving Miss Mich the tip to smile and be ever so careful to breeze through the throng of Nationals with the least provocation to what can only be described loosely as a shed of sorts, with seemingly out of date comestibles and some very dubious looking vegetables. Luck would have it we were only after Ginger beer for the Moscow Mules and Pringles as the perfect accompaniment. The comparison to the National food market as we tootled our way home tempered Miss Mich to describe forever more the original market as the David Jones Food Hall in comparison to the burned out hole in the wall offered to the locals.

The islands were another matter altogether. Friendly faces, sweet children and the Misima Showcase provided the perfect weekend's entertainment. The 40 young ladies competing for the title of Miss Misima was quite the cultural experience. Traditional grass skirts, baskets on their heads and lots of bare breasts had the yachties paying strict attention and the judges in fierce debate. Lots of traditional dancing and chewing of Betel nut made Miss Mich feel worlds away and in another time.

A little respite from the constant round of official events was an early sail with the Green Guru to Kumata, the sweetest little island 11 nm off Misima. A snorkel on the fringe reef to spy on sting rays and all the little fishy’s, followed by a wander through the village with a trail of little sweeties giggling behind made the morning a pleasure and the long trek back to home worthwhile.

The wisdom for Miss Mich from this small snapshot into the return of third world travel after way too many years in Business Class is surely that one can have the best fun and the most attention in something as simple as a grass skirt and a basket balanced on one’s head.

Enjoy less with more and Thursday.

Love
Miss Mich

All You Can Eat...

Dear hearts,

Decisions, decisions, decisions...hmmm

It's not really like Miss Mich to vacillate. To pussyfoot around. To shillyshally. Waver, waffle and whiffle. To be honest, I don't think I could ever see myself whiffling (?).

Back on topic...

Whilst Miss Mich has been steering the good ship CSS, and sharing the managerial love with all the chickens, she has still stolen a few moments to ponder the question of responsibility.

Miss Mich was born responsible Dear hearts. Mother to her own mother from the beginning, the pace was set for early maturity and a certain world weariness by the 7th Grade. With that in mind it was packed bags and an early escape from the family home and out into the real world as a tender teen ., only to end up mothering all over again.

It was not until the sperm donor decided to sow his seed elsewhere and Miss Mich began to collect her Charms, that she was able to find her inner hedonist and embrace darling Piglet. Piglet, whom we all know has absolutely no conscience nor thought for consequence. Piglet actively advocates Abdication of Responsibility at all times, preferring instead to go with the sybaritic flow and have two of everything… please.

Peter Pan is in the same class as Piglet. The boy who never grew up, not that boys ever do. Even those who appear to be responsible Masters of the Universe, like Miss Mich’s legal eagle, at heart are just big boys taking on the bully’s behind the school shed. The only difference being this lot wield “patches”, guns and knives and the school shed is traded for a certain capital city airport.

Miss Mich may appear to be meandering around the topic at hand, and that is probably because she cannot decide between deciding and that of throwing off all sense of responsibility and following Piglet to the all you can Consume of Life Buffet…in Vegas obvi…

What a lot of capital letters I realize. I hope Dear hearts, that I am not typing too fast for you.

So, should Miss Mich consider multi tasking? That of having her cake and eating it too? (Piglet says yes). Historically speaking it was a rather unfortunate end for Josephine and her whole cake affair…so one wonders how to have it all from all and keep ones head in the process. Which reminds Miss Mich of a very sensible morsel of wisdom from the lovely Miss Christine. That of keeping one’s head whilst giving it…

Now I really am meandering…

Enjoy Friday responsibly (if you must).

With love
Miss Mich

If You were a Carpenter and I were a Lady...

Dear hearts,

Here we are at the fourth charm. The Builder.

Sweetest idiot savant you could play sport with. I say that with love because he was mad. Literally. But in the nicest possible way.

For twelve months Miss Mich woke at 4.45 every morning, seven days a week, and beetled down to the Gate house of the Hemme's big Victorian manor, The Hermitage, on the water at Vaucluse to play with the builder. After a good hour of hanky panky, breakfast would be had at Speedo's North Bondi after which Miss Mich would make her way back back to beautiful Bellevue Hill, happy as a clam, to wake the babies at 7 on the dot...school you know.

Lovely boy. He lovingly built four houses for Miss Mich in her former life. Accompanied Miss Mich to Tafe every Tuesday night for the course of the Real Estate course, a willing study buddy and driver. A lover of architecture and sailing, extreme sport and race horses, he was excellent entertainment, especially when it came to the home stretch. He was stamina personified. ..

He showed Miss Mich the Witsundays in the darling Hunter 42 and introduced her to all the little fishy's. For that Miss Mich will be always grateful. That and the opportunity to wear nothing but a smile for a week and a day, generously providing the perfect way to celebrate one's birthday.

There is not a lot more to be said about the Builder to be honest. Although he played a significant role in the evolution of Miss Mich's sporting prowess and had the confidence that Miss Mich would in fact reach the heights that she has, the builder was perhaps just that, a beautiful building block upon which Miss Mich could hone her skills. 6'1'' of olive tradey muscularity. Yum yum.

He left Miss Mich with the comparison of female body to equine body, applying certain massage techniques that made the mares come on and the ladies simply, well...come on...

Is it not said that genius is so very close to madness? The darling builder was a little of both. There was no disgrace, Dear hearts, except perhaps that he could not maintain equalibrium outside of the bedroom. Miss Mich wishes him well and hopes he has found his peace of mind.

Enjoy Thursday.

With love and a little madness
Miss Mich

Happy as a Piglet...

Dear hearts,

Miss Mich has been discussing the finer points of what makes a woman happy with our lovely Miss Christine.

Miss Christine and Miss Mich have spent many an afternoon reclining with a refreshing G & T, comparing notes, deciding that size does in fact matter and that there are times when more than one charm at a time is necessary.

Miss Christine shares the same healthy appetite for sport as Miss Mich and dear Piglet, so it is a like minded forum for animated discussion that attempts to get to the bottom of what really makes a woman happy.

Sport and shoes immediately come to mind. Obvi...

Some would say chocolate. Miss Mich is a chip and dip girl herself, so choose your hors d'oeuvre, order your cocktail from the fit pool boy and enjoy. Now that makes a woman happy...

A good hair day and a mani/ pedi always make Miss Mich smile. Nothing like pretty fingers and toes, not to mention having all those darlings attending one. Reminds Miss Mich of her former life...sigh..

Did I mention sport?

The Bright Young Things in turn make Miss Mich happy and exasperated...would the songbird please clean the kitchen... Seriously though, without our children women are smaller of heart and less of courage.

What really makes a woman happy, Dear hearts, is a strong sense of self. The knowledge that she can do it herself, even if she does have help and even if she does exercise that option. A woman needs to know that she is strong enough to weather any man, no matter the pressure, and emerge standing all the stronger, but never bitter.

And a woman needs to believe in love to make her happy. It may not be the egg in her basket all the time, but she needs to have room just in case it appears.

With that in mind, and enough sport to make a woman smile,

Enjoy Monday.

With Love
Miss Mich

What the World Needs Now

Dear hearts,

Love.

I know what you're thinking...The biggest capital letter worthy subject. Almost impossible to tackle...and yet...

It's all about the love, is it not. And it comes in so many forms.

The pen love of which we speak often. Miss Mich's reason d'etre from 8 – 5. Sending her chickens out with said love to spread the word far and wide.

The Bright Young Things. Say no more on the subject of Mother Love. The only unconditional love around. Even though they steal my clothes, drink my cocktails and never clean the kitchen...they are all.

Sport...never have too much, never too often and never without a little love.

Miss Mich's former life did not really allow for love per say...She was in love with her lifestyle and her shoes of course, and the tennis lessons and yummy lunches with her girlfriends made the weeks pass more than tolerably, but love did not really come into it.

Whilst she loved shopping, the view from the balcony and the weekends at the coastal farm, it could be said that something may have been missing. Perhaps the sperm donor had an idea when he was moved to take up with the little and shall we say young English rose. Coming home from yet another overseas trip, the souvenirs were not as simple as a signature scarf or trinket from Harrods. The pregnant 20 yr old was something of a surprise and Miss Mich wondered how she made it through customs...(excess baggage and all..)

Miss Mich must confess to having spent the last 6 years or so avoiding the whole concept of love and all its by products...

But things are beginning to change. The songbird has discovered love with the Italian artisan of the car panel. The ups and downs are worthy of any Rossini opera. The arias we have endured at the Cottage are more than worthy of La Scala and the songbird has penned many a classic in said artisans honour.

The Sunbirds, onto their fourth clutch of eggs in the nest lovingly built by the boy, are proving to Miss Mich that love can be a good and enduring thing.

And if all else fails, the full moon, all the little fishy's and the far far north demonstrate, in the wise words of JPY, that “love is in the air...”

Miss Mich believes that it is possible that she is being shown that it doesn't have to hurt.

Having said that Miss Mich is compelled to quote the noble Bard himself: “Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn”

Miss Mich is loving the whole idea of rough and tumble and is happy to subscribe to a little argy bargy in the boudoir...

So with that thought in mind, Miss Mich urges you Dear hearts, to share your love...where ever you see fit.

Enjoy Thursday.

With LOVE
Miss Mich

I Heart You

Dear hearts,

Miss Mich has been hanging out with the young folk of Gen Y, getting the lowdown on the buzz words, the culture, the issues of the day. Drilling down to where its at and who's doing who...oops, actually no, that 's Miss Mich doing you don't want to know who...decorum and discretion...obvi..

Sport aside... at a local conference for all things Next Gen at her favourite hotel by the water, Miss Mich was privy to and participating in all things current. Along with our fair Mayor and the young movers and shakers, an interesting day was had amusing one's self with the protocol of Facebook, the joy of inclusive people management and how not to “Booge Up” (read belly up) ones' small enterprise.

The question you are all asking of course, is what did Miss Mich really get out of the day? Well apart from one sassy satchel full of Gen Y feel good snacks (where was the Gen X alcohol and chip and dip?), Miss Mich had an excess of feel good emotional credits.

Apparently we have only so much emotional energy... obvi. Just ask Miss Mich at a certain time of the day at a certain time of the month how she is coping and well...if you don't have a cocktail in your hand ...be very careful asking a question you may not want the answer to...

With emotional energy in mind, Miss Mich began to see the link between emotional credits and carbon credits. In fact, it is possible to credit every noble, capital letter worthy subject with a credit.

Miss Mich is thinking of creating a foundation: “The Miss Mich Emotional Credit Offset Foundation”. Too wordy?..what about "Emo Bank"?..clearly not. How about “The Feel Good Foundation”...This I like. Not only will I be able to store and redistribute your excess emotional credits (cryogenically natch..), have the cutest little quasi -medical uniforms (think Clinique), I will be able to enjoy the full extent of Govt tax breaks and the kudos of doing all of the morning talk shows. Kochy and Mel are going to love it..

The Govt of the day is going to jump all over this Dear hearts,..Julia will be crawling over Penny to have me Consult on all things feel good. After lengthy discussion with a panel of experts selected by Miss Mich herself, this comprising of Miss Mich's best and fairest sporting partners, Sha ron Morrie and Miss Mellie to name a few, a report will be tabled. Hard copies of course to keep the Big Kahuna and Churchill of the pen world happy.

Miss Mich can see, as a result of her ground breaking work, significant changes made to OH and S, now known as OH and Emotional S. The Fair Work Act will incorporate detailed procedures, protocols and rights relating to emotional relating. Julia will be hailed as the first deputy to acknowledge tears, tantrums and little cries of ecstasy on the shop floor as your rights at work.

Penny will be thrilled that she is able to offer across the board, carbon as well as emotional offsets to the big and major corporations of the world. Peter Garrett will, I suspect, head up the Charter for the program. Tim Flannery will come on board adding some heavy weight kudos and it will be a toss up between David Suzuki and David Attenborough as to who takes on the Chair.

All in all, this will put Australia at the forefront of Emo-Sustainability, note both the capital letter and the new title. The UN will need to implement this in all the hot spots and Obama is just going to go nuts.

Dear hearts, Miss Mich leaves you to share the Emo love with her people..

Enjoy Tuesday and Emo-Sustainability.

Love
Miss Mich