I had a glass half full moment this afternoon. It’s not what you might think, in fact it was frikkin hilarious!
My Englishman and I have shared a great winter weekend in Auckland sans enfants.
It. has. been. fabulous!
We woke late yesterday morning to beautiful warm winter weather (18 degrees C!) and decided to head into Auckland city to have a look at the Auckland Art Gallery’s latest installation on California Design.
Of course we got as far as parking the car and getting out of it before My Englishman answered his instinctive call to do this:
That’s the great thing about showing a loved one around your home city, you rediscover places that are – even when compared against the magnificence of London – pretty cool. The Pacific rocks. Bang smack in the middle of stately Albert Park are these palms. Queen Vic looks on somewhat amused.
The exhibition was great. We got to see an original Oscar and meet the very first incarnation of Barbie and Ken.
And we admired the design savvy of the egalitarian Californians. Personally, I could dig this funky icemaker for Martini Time.
And I would rock Venice Beach wearing this ensemble! Oh yeah! A clever use of parachute material don’t you think?
But most of all, it was interesting seeing the genesis of the architectural influence that brushed off on my Mum and Dad when they built our family home – which I saw for sale just the other day. They built it in 1968 when Mum was heavily pregnant with me. 1968 was a great vintage, especially in Merc’s.
Now I understand where ‘indoor/outdoor flow’ comes from. And why jeans are the ultimate leveler. They were an emblem of the new democratic life in an age where houses were sold on the merits of being able to be looked after ‘without servants’ and where Walt Disney advised everyone that the Atom is our friend!
Later we wandered down Vulcan Lane and High Street stopping to quench our thirst and hunger at Hotel DeBrett’s Cornerbar, and we finished off the day with candles and wine snuggling on the couch. It was a wonderful colourful day…
Today we walked the old dog along Buckland’s Beach and then stopped for a coffee at Buckland’s Cafe.
It was there I had my glass half full moment.
Maui, the cafe guy was chatting with me as my Englishman went off to get the cappucinos. I’ve been there a fair bit as Miss Fliss replenishes her paper stack for the paper run from there, whilst I sit and enjoy a coffee.
Maui knows me. But apparently not so well…
“So,” he said. Making light small talk.
“Is that your son?”
I blushed knowing that my answer was going to define me as one of two things. Either:
a) A very lucky woman
b) A creepy cradle snatcher.
Glass half full.
“Er no. That’s my husband’.
Yeah, I’m that woman. Lucky or creepy?
NB/ He’s not that young. He’s almost 39! They just don’t have (aging) sunshine in England.