Unexpected Packages Equals Unexpectd Joy.

A package arrived in the mail the other day.  I had no idea it was on it's way.  I had no idea who would be sending me a package when Mr Grumpy handed it over.  A quick look at the sender said it was from a fellow blogger here in Oz.  I've been following Elizabeth's blog for a while now.  She runs a gorgeous boutique here in Melbourne, Fanantique, with beautiful vintage clothing and accessories.  She also creates a mean cocktail, loves a champers, and all things Tim Burton, so I already knew she was a top chick.  But I never expected such a thoughtful package to arrive.

For a while now I've lamented my inability to travel to meet her in person and attend her recent fashion event (check out some of the gorgeous dresses, Mr Grumpy take note, hint hint) held at a local boutique perfumery, thanks to Bob.  So in complete and unexpected lovliness she sent me a package of bits and bobs from her boutique.  A case of, if I can't make it down to Bay St, a little bit of Bay St can come to me. 

(My gorgeous goodies)

It was such a lovely, and unexpected surprise.  There was perfume, hand cream, cards with her art work,and even champagne chocolates to chomp on until I can have a champagne with her in person, to name but a few.  There were even Christmas dog biscuits from her local dog bakery for Freyja and Thor.  It was such a thoughtful gift and really made my day.

(Yummy lip balm and cute little red bird to feed my red addiction.  
Okay, I just realised the lip balm is upside down.  Damn brain fog.)

(Eye mask, Turkish Delight perfume  and hand cream)

 

(Freyja giving Thor the death stare whilst I make her wait for her biscuit)

("Hurry up mum and let me have the damn biscuit".  Ignore Thor's drool patches on the floor.)

  (Mmmm.... buscuit)

I think my favourite out of all the gifts were two bon voyage cards, one for Bob and one for Jeff.  So as you can probably guess I've been beaming.  It wasn't so much the gifts themselves, although they are lovely, but the thoughtfulness behind them.  It's so nice to know that there really are some truly thoughtful and lovely people in the world.  It's also rather nice to be able to write about something joyful rather than the usual woe is me.

Must now go crank up some classic Edith Piaf, splash on some Chanel No.5, and nanna nap with my leopard print eye mask.  One of my first purchases when I started getting a regular pay cheque, was a set of gorgeous, and stupidly expensive, ivory silk and handcrafted lace, French lingerie (something I'd always wanted). I wonder if I can get them past my thighs these days?  That would complete the mood.  Maybe I should just have enjoy some Brie, or a glass of Sauvignon Blanc? Decisions, decisions.

Au Revoir

The very pampered Michelle :)

Mood music, Edith Piaf, La Vie En Rose (1946)