I love praise. I really don’t think I get enough. Why doesn’t H ever walk in the door and say, “Wow! Honey! The house looks fabulous. You must really be doing a good job managing the help! And a gourmet meal to boot! Holy heck!”
Or the kids. Where’s my “Oh Mommy! Thank you thank you for our gorgeous highchairs. They are so cool. And for our own seats on the airplane! Even though we technically could sit on your lap, cramming M&M’s into your pockets and kicking your drink! We feel like such big girls!”
My trainer? "It's so amazing you find time for yourself amidst the madness!" My pedicurist? "Thank goodness you have the good sense to get in here a least twice a month!" My credit card company? "Frau Fancy! We just love you! Direct debit and everything!"
No. It's just a parade of "you gained a kilo?!" "would you like me to use the super callus remover?" and "sorry, you can't have a balance increase. Because technically it's not your income." (That last one really gets my goat if you know what I mean.)
There is the note I got from Nanny #2 this weekend, thanking me for being such a nice boss. “Don’t listen to TC. You’re not terrible!” (As if I believe my toddler’s reaction when I confiscated the remotes.) Then again, I do pay her.
So you can imagine my delight when Lou bestowed upon me The Liebster award. Seriously? I’m one of her favorite blogs with less than a 100 followers? Wow. I love popping over to Lou’s The Archers at the Larches and seeing how people with outdoor space and poultry live. And to find out that she loves me too? Overwhelming. I’m a little choked up.
Anyway, in return, I must send similar loves and hugs to 3 of my favorite “smallish followings” blogs. I assume they have fewer than 100 followers not because they suck, because they clearly don’t or Fancy here wouldn’t be a fan. It’s because they are all newish and haven’t hit the big time yet. And if Fancy here can help, well here I go.
I Thought Those Kids Were Gonna Make It: This blog cracks me up. Short, snippy and sarcastic, these posts keep me in touch with current public romances gone bust. Are you famous, notorious or just borderline well-known? If your romance hits the rocks I know where I’ll hear about it first. Where she gets this stuff, I don’t know. But I love it. Fancy just loves a train wreck.
Cinnamon and Truffle: Fancy likes food. All the Fancies like food. So thank you to these ladies. Sisters separated by an ocean, they spend their time making Fancy drool. What really kills me is that Truffle seems to have more of a finger on the pulse of London’s food scene than I do and that hurts a little. But it gives me something to work for. And her restaurant reviews send me running for the phone. Like when she reviewed Pollen Street Social and I immediately made a reservation. The fact that I got confused and reserved us a table across the street at 5 Pollen Street, well that is just more evidence that Fancy does, indeed, need a PA.
People Don’t Eat Enough Fudge: Sarah Mac describes herself as “scatty with a pinch of madness,” and yes, that is true. Sometimes I’m laughing, other times I’m downright confused, but even that makes me giggle. In the midst of a hilarious tale of her husband getting stuck in a cupboard on their honeymoon and her tendency break/snap/sprain body parts comes the fact that her plumber is a transvestite. That alone is worth a visit.
And with that, the love has been shared. Oh, yes, I will go into more detail about Fancy’s Restaurant Confusion. It’s a goodie. But another day kids.
