I hope you don't mind if I ask you a personal question. Are your speakers turned on? This post appeals to more than one of your senses!
I don't remember having favourites of anything, when I was younger. I didn't care which seat I occupied at home, which mug I drank out of, or which spoon I used for dessert. I wore all of my clothes, in turn. I had a choice of jewellery and would wear it all, in rotation. I changed my hairstyle, constantly. One day, I had my hair cut twice. I visited my hairdresser during my lunch break at work and then I went to another salon, after work, because I didn't like the first style! I've never watched a film twice. I think I must be the only woman, in my age group, who saw The Sound of Music just once, when it was first released at the cinema. It was one time too many as far as I was concerned.
Now, I have favourites of everything. I have a favourite comfy seat, in the living room. It's the one my mother-in-law pinches, whenever she visits! If I drink tea out of one of my favourite flowery mugs, it tastes divine, but tea out of one of my husband's favourite wildlife mugs, for example, tastes disgusting. My after-lunch yoghurt takes on a totally different flavour, if I eat it with anything other than my favourite old teaspoon, with the wooden handle.
I feel that I'm wearing someone else's clothes, when my 3 favourite pairs of Per Una dark blue denim jeans are delayed in the wash, and I am forced to wear my Armani pale denims, or worse still, my Dolce and Gabbana black bell-bottom trousers. Every day, I pass over my Tiffany and Cartier earrings, so that I can wear my favourites, which I bought several years ago from my favourite jeweller, Elizabeth Duke. Anyone from the middle or upper classes, who has stumbled upon my site, in error, will need to click here to discover the whereabouts of my favourite jeweller. Did you have to click? Oooh! Get you!
I have finally succeeded in growing my hair back into my favourite style, after the rash decision I made, to have it cut into a 60s style bob, when I bought tickets for a Bootleg Beatles concert, several months ago. Some weeks after the occasion, when my mobile hairdresser next visited, I tried to defend my decision. I explained that I'd wanted to recapture the 60s look, for my special evening out. I'd bought the 60s style 'mod' suit, the long boots and the ecru tights. I was momentarily distracted from my explanation, as my hairdresser stood, in front of me, scissors poised, lips pursed. 'And why didn't you buy the wig?' said her somewhat menacing, but wordless expression.
The film Gosford Park pandered to my obsession for murder and mystery and it was set in my favourite period. It is the only film I have ever seen 4 times over. I am so dangerously close to understanding it, now, that I recently treated myself to my own copy, from my local supermarket, for the princely sum of £4.99. I have no doubt that I will consider it worth every penny, when my moment of enlightenment finally occurs.
Anyway, enough about me! What do you mean, you've never come across that remark before, on my site? There's a first time for everything, isn't there?
How about you? Do you have a favourite chair, or a favourite utensil? Do you favour raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, or bright copper kettles and warm, woollen mittens? Do you have a favourite dress? Is it white with a blue satin sash? Do you have a favourite snowflake that stays on your nose, and your eyelashes? I'm interested! Let me know!
PS I know that I really should apologise for my choice of music, but I'm not going to. You should know me, by now. Enjoy!! You can always click on the far right button. The next track might be better...... or worse, of course!
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