I fail at being a proper grown-up ...

One of my dearest, oldest friends told me that I was her eight-year-old daughter's style icon. I repeated this to Mr Brammers, who said, 'It's because you just put on whatever crazy thing you like and wear it with a sense of glee, like an eight-year old.'

This was not exactly the response I had been hoping for. Though it is probably accurate. Unless, as I observed earlier this evening, the little tackers are eyeing up the length of my frocks and thinking: 'Yup, minimal adjustment required there.'

However, he's probably right that I have a part of my brain that is trapped at eight. I was in a lift in Sydney's swishest department store, with a family who were discussing what they would do next .

'You've been very good,' Farther said to Child, 'I think you deserve some sushi!'

'Yay!' said Small Child. 'Someone else is having sushi, too, you know!'

Mother laughed a little. 'Oh yes, who's that then?'

Child frowned, and thought, and could not come up with any names to suggest, so shrugged and said, 'Someone!'

'It's ME!' I said to Child Who Was A Complete Stranger. 'I am having sushi, too!'

'I knew it!' said Child, pleased with himself.

Happily, Mother and Father were terrific fun and asked me where the nearest sushi bar was, and we all met again there a little later for salmon rolls. Child gave a happy wave, and Mother and Father did the nod of Nice Work, Strange Lady.

I fail at being a proper grown-up ...

One of my dearest, oldest friends told me that I was her eight-year-old daughter's style icon. I repeated this to Mr Brammers, who said, 'It's because you just put on whatever crazy thing you like and wear it with a sense of glee, like an eight-year old.'

This was not exactly the response I had been hoping for. Though it is probably accurate. Unless, as I observed earlier this evening, the little tackers are eyeing up the length of my frocks and thinking: 'Yup, minimal adjustment required there.'

However, he's probably right that I have a part of my brain that is trapped at eight. I was in a lift in Sydney's swishest department store, with a family who were discussing what they would do next .

'You've been very good,' Farther said to Child, 'I think you deserve some sushi!'

'Yay!' said Small Child. 'Someone else is having sushi, too, you know!'

Mother laughed a little. 'Oh yes, who's that then?'

Child frowned, and thought, and could not come up with any names to suggest, so shrugged and said, 'Someone!'

'It's ME!' I said to Child Who Was A Complete Stranger. 'I am having sushi, too!'

'I knew it!' said Child, pleased with himself.

Happily, Mother and Father were terrific fun and asked me where the nearest sushi bar was, and we all met again there a little later for salmon rolls. Child gave a happy wave, and Mother and Father did the nod of Nice Work, Strange Lady.