Queen of Cashmere Daybook

I like the fact that January1 fell on a Friday this year.  One doesn’t have to get down to good clean living and fulfilling resolutions until Monday.  It gives us a little more time for revelry and reflection.  Funny, how I never thought those two things would go together but they do.  It’s the times we are living in.  Perhaps will all get back to a little revelry this year.  Mindful revelry.

If yesterday was portentous and full of possibilities of how 2010 might unfold, I’m in for a banner year.  Let’s hope so since it will roll in on the heels of one of the worst years ever.   Although I’m still standing and my family is safe and together, I never again want to go through the global uncertainty and personal emotional morass that 2009 served up in a jumbo sized portion.  I’ve had a not-so-elegant sufficiency to last me a lifetime, thank you very much.  As the Germans like to say, I’m ‘holding my thumbs’ in expectation of better times.

And yesterday better times there were a plenty.   I spent part of the day with my good friend Marsha.  We met in 1989 at a champagne tasting at the long shuttered Johanna’s Wine Bar here in Chicago.   That is a lot of miles ago and a long setting of the cement of our friendship.  Yesterday, Marsha and I attended her friends Adam and Wayne’s New Year’s open house.  I haven’t had such a great time at a party in absolutely forever.

Sabrage  is the slicing open a champagne bottle with a sabre.  And yes, I did this.  Inside.  At a crowded party.  Nervously – since I have always been a bit of a klutz.  OK, more precisely,  I’m a walking disaster but this time I nailed it – dead bang on.  And I have the trophy to prove it. 

How that cork rocket flew!  And not a drop of bubbly hit the floor.  We drank it all toasting to a New Year that feels like it is going to be very, very good.