Sir Miles Sedgewick

I wasn't going to post about this. It seems show-offy (which I don't care for) but at the same time I'm still so excited that I want to share it with you. So I'm going to. Here goes. I bought a new car. Not just any car, but my dream car. So, folks--this is Sir Miles Sedgewick, and Miles--this is the gang. Now everybody shake hands and mingle.

(phone pic--hence the blur)

Yeah...my dream car is a MINI Cooper. Is that weird? Should it be a Mustang or a Lamborghini or something I can't pronounce? I don't know. I just know that ever since I saw my first episode of Mr. Bean (OK, my only, and by accident) I've wanted one. They were never widely available here in my area until fairly recently. And then a few months ago a co-worker took me for a spin and gave me all the dirty dets and I was officially obsessed. I took a few test drives, and convinced myself not to buy it. I didn't need a new car at all. As a matter of fact, I adored my previous car (a Subaru Forester). This was such a hard decision to make. I know--most people don't belabor a car purchase with such intensity. But I have a tough time replacing something if I don't need to and it causes me undue angst. That's what you get when you have Depression-Era grandparents and Italian/Catholic guilt as part of your DNA...

I kept thinking of people that have left this earth too soon, lovely people who embraced life and had a don't sweat the small stuff attitude. They are without a doubt people I would have hashed this out with, and they would have said: Can you afford a new car? Yes, I do ok and have few expenses and I save. Do the specs meet what you need out of a vehicle? Yes, they do. Do you have a magic life that you'll get to live more than once? Uhhh....no. Well that answers it. Yes, I based a major purchase on an imagined conversation. So for the past 2 weeks we've been getting to be friends. I took him to the fabric store, and tomorrow we're going to the book store and Target. He's very well acquainted with work already, so I need to broaden his horizons.

OK--now that I got all weird about it---can I just tell you I love this car? I want to take part in a heist like in The Italian Job. I want to get chased by the police just so I can outfox them and escape capture. But I also want to motor to the country and have a picnic while I'm wearing a red and white gingham dress and oversized sunglasses like Audrey Hepburn. This would all be much better if I drove a stick, but I don't so I have to pretend that one little bit when I'm tooling up the pike :) 

So there. It's out. Now I don't feel like I'm keeping secrets. I know, I'm so silly, but I have post-migraine-brain right now and that brings it out in me. Here's a pic my sissy snapped the day I brought him home. Red polka dot shoes and everything :)

The birds love it too. Every morning they leave Sir Miles a present. No matter how hard I try they just plop all over it. I'm told it's good luck, so I'll just keep that in mind.