The day after my daughter was born, her father sent out a message to our friends and family, which said how excited he was by Domino.
And he included this picture.
This is of course Domino.
Just not the one I had given birth to.
We named our daughter after the Bond girl, from the film Thunderball, set in the Bahamas, played by the gorgeous french actress Claudine Auger.
I designed a necklace for her, for my Domino. A necklace that I thought could be worn by a Bond girl.
Napper, who I met briefly on my pink sofa one evening, recently became disturbed by the ever growing presence and strangle hold of technology in not only gizmos, but in outrageously excessive and expensive clothing.
His words not mine. He lost me at 'strangle hold'
Never-the-less Napper had an epiphany. He realized he had an unyielding urge to create some simple, highly-functional clothing that was well made - and easy to understand.
And this was the result. Bloody perfect at $32 and because, as Napper says, nobody likes to be caught with their pants down.
Please tell me you find it impossible to buy anything for a man.
My brother, for example, excruciating. He's not sporty, he already owns an extensive library of riveting art books, he despises new clothes, he doesn't understand fancy after shaves, the only thing that would be at all suitable would be the TréPad, sold on my website, an ideal gift for that troublesome brother in your life but I can't give him that, he designed the bloody thing.
And David? After 18 years of monogrammed leather luggage, subscriptions to car porn and first edition Scott Fitzgerald's my mind has been left emptied.
My father, on the other hand, rather brilliantly told my
mother exactly what he wanted. To avoid any sort of disappointment. He really only ever enjoyed the gifts he had designed, or at least chosen. And being a flamboyant designer, with an astonishing imagination, he felt no remorse in asking one year for a pavilion. Yes, a great big towering, turreted, pavilion. A pavilion to be built in the middle of the garden he had created.
My grandfather once gave a brilliant gift. He gave Agatha Christie an idea for one of her books: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. My grandfather, delighted by its publication, gave each of us grandchildren a copy of the book, with Agatha's thank you note to him inside.
This year I took matters into my own hands and designed a collection of cuff links. All the letters of the alphabet in geometric shapes. Mix and match their initials so you have a completely personalized, bespoke gift to give to those tricky men. The best bit? These are exclusive to IndiaHicks.com.
In the 1930's my extraordinarily chic grandmother had a famous furrier make her a simple little ermine stole, which she would wear over an evening dress to go to the theater. My mother inherited the stole, also wearing it to the theater, until the ermine decided to turn yellowish. My father suggested the stole was made into a perfect little cushion. Which I inherited.
The cushion followed me out to my home in The Bahamas and sat proudly on a chair in my bedroom. That is until one day when our puppy decided the ermine cushion was a terrible threat and clawed the cushion to its death.
I had not thought of that little cushion for years until I spotted this stole. Rabbit not ermine and does not have to be worn exclusively to the theater or with evening dresses. I wear mine with jeans and biker boots. Which would be as confusing to my mother and grandmother as that fur cushion was to our puppy.
I was always a little mystified by Thanksgiving. How could you really put marshmallows on the top of sweet potato and serve it with a straight face?
Now after so many years of living in, or close, to America, I appreciate what a wonderful holiday this is. None of the clutter of Christmas, just a simple meal with family and friends, feeling grateful.
But being British means whilst many of my American friends celebrate, we eat boiled eggs in front of the telly, feeling a tiny bit envious of this tradition.
So this year, in my 'magination (as Domino would say) I will fill my dining table with those who are my guiding lights, and you, where ever you may be. To say thank you.
...QUITE. Its quite surprising that only very few names begin with Q. My geometric Love Letter alphabet does not include a Q. And then I remembered my godson, Quinn… and the Queen.
You know what, as David had to fly to the UK and did not join me at the wedding I decided to go ahead and wear that ear cuff.
That ear cuff that he said made me look like I was from Star Trek.
It was well received, with so many lovely compliments, until the end of the evening, when I was stopped by a guest who asked if I was helping organize the event, surprised I said I was a guest too "Oh I'm so sorry" they apologized "I thought that thing in your ear was a radio receiver"
Five gold rings, right, because who only wants one? And I certainly don't want a stinking Partridge, or a Turtle Dove, or Calling Birds or French Hens.
Although 10 Lords-a-Leaping might be quite fun. I know a few Lords and I quite fancy making them leap. But that would only be amusing for a while and at the end of the day who's not going to want five gold rings.
I am off to a wedding in Miami. Its going to be quite a razzmatazz affair. Seven hundred guests Tony Bennet playing a sprinkling of super models and movie stars, dinner dancing Sunday brunch. Can't wait.
But not having a razzmatazz budget at the moment I decided to pull out a rather dusty old Vera Wang, in which a few Bahamian moths had been nesting.
To brighten it up a bit I bought one of those new ear cuff things.
"What on earth is that?" asked David
"Its an ear cuff thing"
"Have you just landed from Star Trek? You look ridiculous"
Off came the ear cuff, on went the necklace collar.
"Better. But its a bit big"
That's the point isn't it?
Off came the collar and on went my own Inside Out earrings.
"Perfect" said David "who designed those?"
Narrow escape I'd say. He could have been sleeping on the sofa for several months.
He has inherited my spelling skills. And maybe my soccer skills too.
Love him all the more for it.