Because I believe that it is best to start the New Year with a smile on your face, I’m going to tell you a story. A story of a vintage related injury I incurred the other day, which upon trying to tell Mr. SKM about, I quite nearly incurred another I was laughing so hard.
On my recent Christmas trip to Sydney, I was sharing a large King Bed with my two little girls whilst Mr SKM slept in the other room for some peace and quiet. The girls insisted I took turns sleeping next to each of them, which meant that the other evening Miss Two was alone on her side of the bed. Looking at the sharp corner of the night stand, I decided it would be a good idea to pad it up with a pillow should she fall out of bed, (she is well known for night time adventures on the floor).
As the evening progressed and the two girls snored like two little angelic trolls, I changed into my lovely 1950’s satin nightgown and settled down on the far side of the bed to Miss Two. It had been a big day and I had taken a few meetings with some representatives of the Chardonnay region that evening. So the minute my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep….
…until… I was woken by Miss Two’s blood curdling scream! Before my brain even had time to engage I sprang up and leapt across the bed towards the small child stuck between the bed and the night stand, to save her from deaths door. But with the sheer urgent force of the leap, combined with the vintage satin nightgown, I slid across the bed and flew into the air like a First Class Olympic ski jumper, landing butt first into the small space between the bed and the wall, legs akimbo. But even jammed into this space, I dove sideways to rescue Miss Two from the clutches of whatever evil had befallen her; only to discover that she was still sleeping soundly in bed and the “small child stuck between the bed and the night stand”, was in fact, the pillow I had placed there earlier to avoid such a disaster!
I limped back to bed, shaking with laughter and crying with pain. A valiant midnight saviour in a satin nightgown with a spectacularly purple bottom!
And so it is that I go to greet the New Year. Battered, bruised and sleeping naked tonight!
* Yes, I was tempted to show the you bruise for it’s incredible size and sensational nature, but I don’t have an outfit to go with it!*




















































