Today I took receipt of my outfit for Russell & Mimi’s wedding and with excitement finally got chance to try on my handmade waistcoat and top hat for that very special occasion that is happening in under three weeks.
The waistcoat has been cut to fit my particular physique (after all, I am not called ‘Giantmonk’ without good reason!) and is made from a brocade style heavy cotton in cream and ivory. It features a darker gold satin back and matching pocket lining.
The original design did not incorporate a pocket, but then I realised that I absolutely needed a way of carrying around a couple of very special items on the wedding day and needed a place where they would feel safe and secure, so I quickly phoned my tailor and made sure that this was taken into consideration.
The waistcoat is fastened down the centre with three fine buttons in an ivory colour. To set the outfit off and to complement such a debonaire monkey as myself I have elected to wear a top hat, which I hope you’ll agree is rather fine and fetching.
And good day to you, madam.
Such a fine figure I shall cut in this dandy gear that I had to stop the temptation to get a monocle, but I thought this would only highlight the fact that one of my eyes is slightly larger than the other.
Now all I have to do is wait until I get to wear my top hat and waistcoat for the actual day – I absolutely cannot wait as I never thought that I’d ever be part of something so exciting as a wedding!
It is a joyous week, for we have a new family member here at Giantmonk Towers – our new friend Midimonk.
Midimonk joins us in a not to be ignored sizeable form. I mean, he is no Giantmonk, as I am indeed a colossal sized monkey, but he is bigger than either of our other two relative monkeys, in what is slowly starting to represent a Matryoshka-like nesting doll family of monkeys; Minimonk and Micromonk.
Left – right: Micromonk, Minimonk, Midimonk, Giantmonk.
I very much hope that Midimonk will be able to join in many adventures soon, but for now he is just settling in and trying to discover where the jellybeans are stored (mostly in my belly).
It is Twelfth Night, the day when traditionally we must take down the tree, pack away all of the baubles and garlands that decorate it and remove the Christmas Wreath from the door.
The house looks less sparkly and bright now that the fairy lights have been taken down, but I am reminded of two important facts that I must hold dear in my heart.
The first is that the celebrations do not truly end until the chocolates, jelly beans and mince pies run out (and that looks set to be quite distant in the future) and the second comes from my good friend Munkeh, who reminds me that a good Festive jumper is for life, not just for Christmas.
Happy new year to one and all! I celebrated in a quiet and understated way last night and did not get up to anything crazy or in any way embarrassing. My evening was restrained and full of culture. I even wore a tie.
For some reason I have woken with a headache, so rather than ramble on I shall leave you with a few words that would rival Keats and Wordsworth at their very primes.
With your monkey friend who’s knitted,
You have the last year surely quitted,
With a bright exciting view
Of a year that’s fresh and new.
And like your monkey friend who’s giant,
May this new year be compliant
In making as sure as sky above,
That this year is filled with love.