A date with Sarah-Kate; Kate’s home truths
Sarah-Kate on weddings, babies and walk-in wardrobes
What a funny old year this one has been. Or do we say that every year? I keep waiting for the annus that isn’t horribilis in which the entire 12 months is totally tickety-boo, but I’m coming to the conclusion that there is no such thing.
In which case, the trick is to cast around and find the tickety-boo-ness where you can. There’s always quite a bit of it, but it’s just sometimes in hiding.
Hence, as 2018 slides out of view, I find myself thrusting the darker aspects into a back cupboard, and being grateful for ending the year in rude good health and relative good humour. Can you really ask for anything more?
Other things I like about the year: I’m pretty chuffed that our Prime Minister had a baby and that when I went to Australia, everyone there liked our leader more than their own, if in fact they could remember who that was.
A little further afield, I loved going to New York to visit a very special baby of my own. Well, not my own, but a much-loved adopted little girl of dear friends who has brought a very big, goofy smile to my face and much love to my heart, and many more besides.
Speaking of love, there were a few weddings that brought a smile to my dial. Prince Harry and the Duchess of Sussex’s was cause for much joy. I like a bit of pomp and ceremony with my celebrity-spotting. And then Princess Eugenie kicked one into the stands. Those B-side royals tend to get a bit of a caning from the shamers and haters, but I bought into those nuptials simply on the grounds of the bride and groom looking so darn happy. What’s not to love?
Another cause for celebration – we are back in our house. Would I renovate again? Not in a hurry. But do I love the results? Yes. My walk-in wardrobe, about which I lost so much sleep because I wasn’t quite sure I (or my clothes) deserved it, is a triumph. I have hanging space, I have soft closing drawers and I have shoe shelves.
I have my hair dryer permanently set up so that I never have to untangle that freaking cord ever again. Is that or is that not bliss? If I ever go missing, my walk-in wardrobe is definitely where you will find me.
You will also find a gorgeous collection of dresses that no longer quite fit. I’m keeping them to encourage me to step away from the white carbs, but I suspect they now occupy permanent ornamental status. Oh, well, I like ornaments.
But my greatest achievement came early in the year when I celebrated 25 years of marriage to a certain Ginger. He’s really the glue that holds everything (except the zippers on those dresses) together. And to be fair, he has tried really hard with the zippers.
He also had a full-time job making sure I didn’t lose my shizz with the various challenges the year presented. And he had a full-time job at his full-time job. But here we are, still standing. Now that is tickety-boo.