A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. I wondered if this was really the truth as I walked through the city streets of Auckland and held my curved bamboo handle of my indigo blue tie-dyed umbrella. It made quite the statement whenever it was used, brightening my perspective, at least, on typically gloomy days when it was needed most. On this day in particular, the gusts of wind almost pulled me through the steel towers that lined the main avenue I was maneuvering, headed to meet, for the lack of a better term, a lover. One whoosh almost lifted me off the ground as I leaped over a puddle, not wanting to soak my favorite pair of sparkling stocking socks. They were nude with just the right amount of shimmer to be considered appropriate for a woman to wear, not that I cared. Everyone needs a little sparkle in their lives. Well, this leap, paired with a whoosh, levitated me ever so slightly that I was reminded of the charmingly annoying Mary Poppins song from ages ago. Do people even remember this film? I’m sure a remake will turn up at some point — though I hope we can evolve our stories. At the very least, that’s my intention.
I hope we can evolve our stories.At the very least, that’s my intention. — LesDeux
So yes — the sugar paired with the medicine. Two evils, depending on whom you ask. Are they so different or really the same? A marriage perhaps? I started to get excited thinking about the discussion I would soon have with said lover — would you like a name? People love names — they can live beyond the human form. By birth he was given Derrick Hebridean. Unique yet general. A step above the norm though atypical. Safe yet the complete opposite when you get to know him. He could say so much with his gaze without saying anything at all. A gentleman with savage tendencies. A man with a spirit of a mischievous boy.
Titles, names rather, were never really our thing — we liked being whatever we were in the moment, enjoying our time together yet having plenty of time on our own. What kept me engaged with Derrick, or Dixon as he preferred to be known, was our banter. Our discussions, neither ending or solving anything in particular, were our way of exploring without having to move. We saved our energy for music — whether it be at a gala, a club, or a suite.
The timing for a pick-me-upper was perfectly paired, as we were soon to be at a wedding and another curiosity I had was whether there would be a thousand dollar tower of cream — my favorite dessert. Simple, refined, yet oh so delicious with the perfect ratio of frosting to cake. The bonus is if your slice is adorned with a classic rose in a color that coordinates with the decor and bridesmaid dresses. In my opinion, if you’re doing an outdated tradition of a classic wedding, you might as well go with the classic cake, otherwise, invent your own. If I was creating the ceremonial treat to celebrate your so-called together forever love, I would simply swirl chocolate & vanilla cream into puff pastry fresh from the oven and top with a shimmering caramel glaze. Guests would follow the aroma to a two-toned tented theatre tucked away in a garden. And then….
