Five Minutes Peace
I am guessing what most father’s would really appreciate this Father’s Day is five minutes peace. Just five damn minutes of peace. Since that’s not likely to happen I have a few other suggestions that might surprise Dad.
No surprises for David though, because the boots and rum are his and if he reads this he might notice the Take Cover passport holder has his initials on it.
Surprise Surprise. Not.
I am proud to be keeping it in the family this Father’s Day. DFW Rum and boots, IH pickle paddle & passport cover, and Felix’s cap, all linked for you here….
David Hicks. My father.
My father was a brilliant designer. And sometimes a brilliant Dad. Sometimes. But more often than not his colorful design world came first. In fact by the time I was in my teens he found us all so annoying he actually spent Christmas with someone else’s family, who were not as annoying apparently.
The first house he decorated was for himself and his mother, in London and was inevitably a showpiece, although comfortable and cosy too. In the summer of 1953, when he was quite ready - when every last little Victorian miniature had been carefully hung, each shaped pelmet absolutely got right - he asked everyone he knew to see it. He did not waste time and money by giving a party, which would have resulted in a house too crowded to be seen properly. Instead, he asked two or three people at a time for a drink, or to dine, so that the rooms would look absolutely at their best.