Eye Of The Beholder

posted: Thursday, 31 March 2011

I had a busy day working today, then some chores and lastly an evening out and as I got ready to leave the house my final decision was what jewellery to wear.

I love to wear jewellery, but rarely wear my own beadwork. It's usually packed away in boxes ready for a class and I always worry I'll forget to put it back and turn up to a class with no samples. You know those dreams you have where you turn up for an exam and haven't studied or it's your first day on a job you're not prepared for? This is the beading teacher's equivalent, that and forgetting to write instructions and draw diagrams. The thought of it wakes me in the night in a cold sweat.

But today on my way out I made a last minute decision to wear my new necklace and matching bangle. They weren't yet packed away and consigned to being a sample and as I was going to a fancy restaurant I thought something dripping in crystals would make me feel I had dressed the part. I also thought spending more time in its company may win me over to the blue side.

I'm pleased to say that as I went about my travels, 3 different women stopped me to ask me where I bought the necklace, so it obviously made an impression. But we are no closer to being in love. It is still "the blue necklace" to me. Maybe more time in its presence will win me over.

Dinner was lovely and drinks were fab. Though mine came with a lump of ice which nearly filled the glass and made drinking almost impossible.

Dessert (chocolate souffle and pistachio ice-cream) was unnecessary but delicious. It was more that I was enjoying the evening and atmosphere and wanted an excuse to prolong it. I should have left more but felt like an automaton lifting the spoon to my mouth it was so amazing.

After dinner we headed off to a secret members bar where strange concoctions were consumed. A gibson martini usually comes with a pickled onion but here the twist was it came with pickled onion Monster Munch. If you have never eaten Monster Munch you will have no idea what you're missing and you have my sincerest condolences.