A Perfect Pair

Just found this picture on my camera. Caught dancing together in the Nikki Beach club at Cannes - Leopard and Snake. Bet they're a wild couple.

Some interesting Wimbledon statistics (compliments of the Metro):

• 32,913 seats


• 447,126 spectators


• 17,000 bottles of champagne are drunk


• 56,000 lb of Kent strawberries are munched


• 14,000 pints of cream are savoured

Ah Wimbledon, it always takes me back to being on the junior varsity tennis team. I taught myself how to play one summer. I hit balls against the wall on the court of Leann Park. I practised my serve to my imaginary partner and I avidly watched Wimbledon trying to absorb the rules. Two weeks before school started, I went to the week long trials for the team. I was ecstatic to be picked and I wasn't the worst one on the team, I was the next to worse one. What joy! I was just so proud to be part of the team. That's how I felt a few months ago when I struggled to sew some lingerie. Isn't it the things that challenge us the most that we cherish the most?