When I grow up I want to be...

I LOVE this advert. I dare you to watch it and not feel like you are back in childhood and dreaming of being a glamorous air hostess. Check out the shoes... the hair and all set to an amazing 80's soundtrack.



I guess we all know it is not all glamour, but I think there is still some magic in the skies.

My Aunty, my mother's litle sister, was an air hostess, and when I was a little girl I wanted to be just like her. She met my uncle, a pilot, on an international stopover and it was quite the whirlwind romance. One minute she was being bridesmaid at my parent's traditional white wedding in the summer of 1972, then a few weeks later, without telling anyone, she's eloped to Guernsy to marry her pilot before moving to Canada to begin a new life.

I don't think my mother ever really undestood her actions and felt quite hurt that she was not included in the wedding or even privvy to her plans, but I think maybe my Aunty was worried her family would talk her out of the marriage and moving to a different continent with someone she had known for barely anytime at all.

And she most likely hadn't realy thought it through at all - My Aunty was always the wildchild and impulsive sister, compared to my quiet and conservative mum, which is why we get on so well and can sit up drinking vodka and talking untill the small hours when she visits...

She clearly made the right choice though as nearly 40 years later they are still happily married and just settling down to enjoy their retirement in Ontario.

How utterly romantic!