Sunday with my boys. A lot of wrestling, a lot of skating, a lot of Go Carting.
Only about sixteen more years of peaceful Sundays to go...
Can you guess which country Domino was representing in this year's Commonwealth Day at school?
(Crown: home made by Top Banana. Photography Credit: David Flint Wood. No hyphen)
Domino and I were invited to Royal Island for the night. It was not our first visit there, but it was the first time chef John Tesar had cooked for us. John earned five stars at The Mansion in Dallas, but with that came the reputation for throwing knives. It was going to be an exciting visit.
The beauty of Royal Island, aside from the beauty of Royal Island, is that I don't have to take a plane or travel through a time zone. We can get there by boat (although we normally have to take a plane to get anywhere, even to the dry-cleaners, so it was understandable that Domino asked me as we arrived "Wait, did we just take a plane?")
We were meant to be working this weekend, designing another collection of Fine Jewelry (Bloomingdales will be most alarmed to read that the 4 yr old is my technical assistant) We were not meant to be eating ourselves into a cocoon like state, where sadly we did not emerge as beautiful butterflies, but spent most of the time contemplating our tummies, and trying to make amends in the gym.
But the food was certainly five star, and worth every extra step on the treadmill. The only complaint I had was not one knife got thrown. Such a disappointment.
As the most travelled monarch in history and Head of the Commonwealth, The Queen has made over 175 visits to Commonwealth countries, including her first tour of 1953-4, when 13 countries were visited in six months. My mother was her lady-in-waiting on that first tour. And it nearly finished her off.
Last week Prince Harry came to our small island in The Bahamas, as part of the Diamond Jubilee Commonwealth Tour, representing his grandmother and celebrating her 60 year reign. The local Administrator turned to me, as Harry landed on the island, and said "Now he a Prince of the Bahamas"
Moments such as this he wins every time; not just because I am hugely proud that he has over come a great fall, and has gotten back in the saddle, but really because he is holding a heavy long mallet, which could do some serious damage.
Its funny because I never think of my father as a hipster, although of course the famous image of him shirtless, wearing a leather jacket and beads, with a gigantic straw hat, proprietorially standing in front of his Bahamian mausoleum, is certainly closer to hip than the image of him in red velvet and fur robes, as Master of the most worshipful Salters Company (of which my sister became a member, just so she got the box of chocolates they sent to women members at Christmas each year)
But look at this day bed, its total hipster. Designed as part of my father's original decoration for the Prince of Bavaria. And now modeling in this month's British Vogue magazine.