April’s last hooray

{feeling some love for the Pilgrim Danish Design bag}

Well, another one bites the dust. That’s right, as April comes to an end, another month lies behind us. On my end, the month was much like any other: nothing exciting, not much to report. However, I like to think I learned a thing or two; here are a few . . .

The importance of good design. A package arrived from Denmark. While that’s where my friend lives, she travels quite extensively, both for business and for pleasure. So opening the box was akin to traveling the the world in 80 seconds: an ornament from India, a handbag hanger from Rome, chili powder from Nigeria, chocolate and tea from Denmark. Oh, and let’s not forget the tea steeper, which was nestled in the most fabulous bag {above}. Both the color and the design made me giddy. That said, it’s probably good my friend doesn’t read my blog on a regular basis–she just might wonder why she spent money on actual items, when she could have simply sent me the bag.

The importance of proper footwear. I’ve been wearing flats as of late, because you just don’t get much cuter. Also, let’s be serious, they’re comfy. This means I’ve been walking around in my God-given height for one whole month. A few days back, I drove to the home to pick up my grandma for an errand or two; as usual, she was sitting out on the bench, awaiting my arrival. A friend of hers saw me drive up and said, Oh, is the little one learning to drive? My grandma laughed and quickly retorted, The ‘little one’ is a lot older than you think–she’s just short. Perhaps it would behoove me to break out the heels.

The importance of a level head. On Saturday, after days of rain, the sun shone bright. As you may know, there’s really only one thing to do under such conditions: go for ice cream. So it was, I chauffeured my mom and grandma to Dairy Queen for two swirls and one chocolate kids’ cone. So good! Once every last crumb was devoured, we continued on our way. It didn’t take long, however, for my car to start beeping. Okay, I snapped, whose not wearing her seat belt?!  Being in the front seat, I eyeballed my grandmother first. Her seat belt was firmly in place. Obviously, it was my mother . . . and that was about the time she piped up from the backseat: you. Whoops! My bad.

So, helpful hint: before you start giving the evil eye, you might want to make sure you’re not the guilty party. No need to thank me; it’s just what friends are for.