When you experience being around this woman, the only metaphor that can do her any justice would be, you know that bubble in a glass of Veuve Cliqueot champagne that before you let slip down your throat you let it play effervescently upon your tongue? An effervescence that makes you smile and clink your glass in the celebration of life that is the joy of drinking Champagne, well that IS Jacqueline.
After that dinner where Tim declared her his new wife, she invited us, thanks to the wonderful suggestion of Jane (that woman is amazing) She invited us to see 'the shoe closet' the next day. And no, neither Tim and I could sleep.
That day had Jane pulling into one of the most beautiful homes ( I am trying not to be crass and say mansion, but fine, her house would make Oprah jealous) I have had the fortune of not just driving past looking longing thru the gate, but into the driveway. The circles our dear Jane run's in......I mean, wow, AND she's my blood. (I just can't say enough about how cool Jane is)
Chris Rock has a saying
"Shaquille O'Neil, he's rich. The man that signs Shaq's checks, he's wealthy". Dear Jacqueline kindly let us experience a glimpse of how the kind of man that signs those checks lives. To top it off she is so humble about it. She never once displayed behavior of the type of person who uses wealth to keep others down, or suppressed, or rubbed their face in the station that life has given them. Her home with it's 4 living rooms ALL decorated by her herself, no designers, made mine and Tim's taste look like the "Jaqueline Smith Collection" at K-Mart. (again, we got the picture's.) This is the woman who studied at 'le cordon blue' in France and she cooked for us the most sumptuous meal of butternut squash soup with chives and creme fraiche, hearty bread with the most amazing variation of regional cheeses of the likes I have never had, and a wonderful italian chocolate cake with heavy cream. YUMMERS! To top it off she had those things called cracker's, the gift you pull and it pops open with a fun gift and a paper crown to wear.
Then she took us to the closet.
If you listened closely I swear you could hear cherubs singing upon the opening of this massive closet, revealing row upon row of designer original perfect size 4 shoes. Ones that were original one of a kind, hand painted and designed by Terry de Havilland, or boots (worth 5 thousand POUNDS, not simple dollars darling),made with the softest deer fur, or platforms with asian influence and delicate straps. ON and ON and ON. It was a like a glamorous shoe echo. Ok, I never have wanted to be a girl, but oh, did I want to adopt one, just so I could dress her in these. Of course I doubt that Knuck Knuck, the Himalayan whistle kid I would only qualify for would, have the grace, that Jacqueline did while bopping around!
Thank you so much Jane for introducing your fabulous,( I can't even describe her just as fabulous, she IS the reason the word was even invented,) friend.
On a totally different note, Jane also introduced us to the most amazing new telly show that started here called "The Misfits". If you can iTunes it, take my recommendation and download it. This show rocks. It is the most unique show I have every seen! The writing just floored us as well as the concept! Thats all I will say about that, just do it!
This day has been crazy good. Thank you Jane!
*simon jenkins*
Okay....I will never brag about my shoes again...;-)
ReplyDeleteto be clear...Jelt is Crofty's boyfriend.....
ReplyDeleteJelt: you have a kick arse girl! I hope she goes easy on me for bodypump! it has been years.....ok, a decade since I have worked out....i'm scared!
ReplyDeletethank you for reading the blog and I hope we can meet before we leave! I would love to meet the man that makes Croft swoon! ;-)
also Jelt, you don't need alot of shoes when you wear that sexy police uniform! ;-)
ReplyDeleteLets see those pics!!
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