i have a problem with champagne.
and by problem, i mean an obsession.
most people bring out the bubbly for special occasions...toasting to a graduation, newlyweds, pink or blue babies and early retirement.
they believe this is why champagne was created.
they however are wrong.
they are misinformed.
their theories are in fact misguided.
i do not trust anyone who does not believe in the power of champagne or the idea that a fabulous outfit can change ones mood or life.
thankfully, i was brought up the right way.
my parents, the stylish and fantastic people they are, taught me from a young age that
champagne does not need an occasion. neither do evening gowns or vintage hats.
people who drink champagne should be able to create the occasion.
i drink champagne morning, noon and night.
i drink champagne :
when im feeling blue, happy, sad, mad, jealous, ecstatic, hungry
when i have a case of the “mean reds”
when i believe i am in love
when i realize i was actually in lust
when i begin a new relationship
when i screw up said relationship
when i purchase a vintage (or new) hat, dress or jewelry
when i read about previously mentioned hat, dress or jewelry
you get the picture. i ADORE champagne.
other things i adore:
gay men - they are after all a girls best friend. clearly.
photography, kindness, hot tea, no cell phone signs.
roadtrips, airplanes, rollerskating, the law of attraction.
music - all, when i am in a mood though, Frank Sinatra & The Mamas and The Papas. ultimate choice.
live theater, "personal days", skor bars, wine, interesting doors.
dancing foolishly, libraries, cheesecake, Tulsa OK.
collecting-- ok. hoarding. ok fine. hoarding.
flowers, winter, curling up with a good book, fireplaces.
dinner parties, good conversation, good company.
okay. that is it. did you catch all of that?
hope so.
sorry, that was alot.
i am sure the question you are wanting to ask, dear reader, is "why am i starting this here blog?" (and RAMBLING, i know.)
a. i like to write.
b. apparently i have alot of free time.
c. i lead a simple yet interesting life. at least i choose to believe this quite bold statement is true...which it probably is not.
JUST HUMOR ME.
disclaimer: future entries...less me me me. i promise.
there will alway always be champagne my darling friends.
and when troubles come my way and the day is full of unrequited love and heartache, i also believe in vodka...on ice.
raising my glass. thinking of you.
fondly,
katherine cabiness.
