My best friend is awesome. Actually, we are more of a cross between sisters and a couple of old lesbians. Except there's not any of the sexy stuff going on. We do lots together. We're glued at the hip. If it wasn't for our daughters being best friends we'd have never met. Or maybe met, but not had any reason to hang out together. Actually, the first time I saw her she was wearing a velour tracksuit and lots of jingly jewellery and was like a hurricane. I thought to myself who the heck is THAT?' I'd decided I probably wouldn't like her. You know, with me being all superior and everything.
Anyway. About a week later Miss G wouldn't shut up about this new girl and how great she was (they were both only just 4 at the time) and how she wanted to go to her house for tea (like children do - she had a tendency to invite herself places). So I had to talk to this velour tracksuited jingly jewelleried hurricane and she seemed really nice (there you go, little miss superior - knocked you down a peg or two, didn't it?) I started hanging out in her shop all day, drinking coffee and chatting, and Miss G and Ebs were at each others' houses at least once a week.
Fast forward 7 years and we go on holiday together, we treat the girls as our daughters - both of them, we're lost without the other one. We share everything (I'd share the husbeast, but she's not willing to take him on, says he's a nightmare), it was me that got the phone call when Ebs was in hospital with appendicitis (at the time the doctors thought it was swine flu - whole other tale), it was her that was with me when I went for my dating scan for Ginger (and it was also her that told the doctor that we wanted to know the sex. I told you we were like an old lesbian couple). Her mother is my 'other mother', and my kids call her Grannie.
You're getting the general idea, aren't you? She's pretty, bloody amazing.
She tipped the scale in amazing last week when she brought my birthday present round (2 months early, but she was too excited and couldn't wait).
A sewing machine with my name on! Isn't it amazing? It works, although I don't think I'll ever figure out the complex threading system. I learned to sew on an old Singer like this. Having a Jones is much better. You can see it belongs to me - there's my name on it. In big letters.
Shall we just have one more picture?........
Thank you Sash - I love you. But you know that already.
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