When Domestic Goddess met Shoe Queen
If two is better than one, is three better than two? We had Sunday yumcha with SK and her husband and baby, at the lovely Tea House in the CBD. A nice reward for my having done the Stanchart run last night:)
The conversation circled around diapers (how expensive), flat-hunting (which district is best) and in-laws (ahem...). It was not so long ago when SK and I were younger and carefree-er, sipping champagne in hip bars and talking about boys, shoes, work and boys. Nothing smelly, or concrete, or troublesome.
Then baby came along. For someone who's used to seeing one's name in the papers all the time, not working makes her constantly worry about turning into "a useless housewife''. Her hair has become a little messy, but she seems much more... fulfilled. She has taken on an air of self-assurance and is less jumpy. Perhaps being a mom makes one realise there are more important things in life than bylines and shoes.
As for me, it's been real quiet at work, coz most people are off having vacations, so the busy-ness level went from 10 to zero. I don't know which is worse: being seriously overworked (like the week before) or having painfully little to do.
Am craving the buttery, garlicky escargot rissotto from Menotti's. Have some for me if you're in the area.
P/S I want to fall sick. No, really. There's a flu bug going around, and many people, including Boy, were down this week, coughing and sniffing.
I guess it's really a matter of time before I get ill. It's coming, it's coming... So bring it on, man! Let's get it over and done with asap - instead of taking cover and dreading it.
The conversation circled around diapers (how expensive), flat-hunting (which district is best) and in-laws (ahem...). It was not so long ago when SK and I were younger and carefree-er, sipping champagne in hip bars and talking about boys, shoes, work and boys. Nothing smelly, or concrete, or troublesome.
Then baby came along. For someone who's used to seeing one's name in the papers all the time, not working makes her constantly worry about turning into "a useless housewife''. Her hair has become a little messy, but she seems much more... fulfilled. She has taken on an air of self-assurance and is less jumpy. Perhaps being a mom makes one realise there are more important things in life than bylines and shoes.
As for me, it's been real quiet at work, coz most people are off having vacations, so the busy-ness level went from 10 to zero. I don't know which is worse: being seriously overworked (like the week before) or having painfully little to do.
Am craving the buttery, garlicky escargot rissotto from Menotti's. Have some for me if you're in the area.
P/S I want to fall sick. No, really. There's a flu bug going around, and many people, including Boy, were down this week, coughing and sniffing.
I guess it's really a matter of time before I get ill. It's coming, it's coming... So bring it on, man! Let's get it over and done with asap - instead of taking cover and dreading it.
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