Those Mandarin-speaking dressmakers are amazing. I went in to their tiny shop and stepped into their teeny cubical and tried on the Kate Spade dress. It fits. I’m now officially a Size 2 – it says it on the Kate Spade label!
Having solved the issue of ‘what to wear’ I now have another problem in that I don’t have any shoes. I’ll squeeze shoe shopping into my present shopping for Arabella’s 18th one day this week.
I’ve had a few distress calls from people clearly concerned for me and my busy week and all have said, ‘Cancel the dinner party; good friends will understand’. So the email’s been sent out and we’re trying to organise an alternative date and the confit duck’s on hold.
Arabella’s decided she will wear the white dress to the Valedictory Dinner and I’ve persuaded her against wearing it with black shoes and a red clutch because she doesn’t have black shoes or a red clutch. ‘But that’s the look I had in my mind, mum’.
‘Yes, but the look I had in my mind was the new orange shoes I’ve just bought you with the pink and orange clutch we bought on sale a few weeks ago’.
‘Are you serious?’
‘It will go a lot better than black and red. Black, red and white’s a very harsh look when you’re blond’. I left her to think about it. One hour later she agreed that as the dress isn’t a stark white, orange would be a better colour to introduce. I’ve had a win!
And as for Carl, he can just wear the suit he’ll be wearing to work that day.
Alfie has an excursion on Thursday to IMAX theatre and the teacher has been begging for parent helpers and as much as Alfie would love me to experience IMAX with him, I’ve had to decline. I did however put my hand up to babysit the silkworms that need a home for the school holidays and I’ve promised to source fresh mulberry leaves for their diet, daily. Apparently I’ll be given a map of all the trees to raid in my area.
Just had a phone call.
Should have ignored it.
It was that Araballa again. She’s just had a geography class. The teacher has announced that as tomorrow is their final geography lesson they can have a party on the condition they only bring in ‘home-baked goodies’. Arabella’s all excited and wants to make a cake. She wants it to be a fish because they’re studying The Great Barrier Reef. In amongst everything else, there’s a cake to be baked.
I’m off to humiliate myself in some audience participation at Alfie’s drama class.
Went to the drama class and became anxious when there were no seats set out for the adults. ‘No, no, you won’t be sitting down; we’re playing games’, announced the enthusiastic teacher. My heart sank into my boots; an hour of audience participation? First I had to be a witch stirring an imaginary cauldron and making dastardly spells, then I had to slither on the floor like a snake, lasso a partner with an imaginary rope, sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ opera style and then like a monkey and run into different corners of the room on command. It wasn’t my thing but Alfie was so pleased I was there AND participating.
I came home to find Arabella having completely taken over the kitchen. She had used two cake mixes and crammed them into one cake tin and the cake was rising so high and taking so long to cook because the cake tin was so small for the amount of mixture. She then cracked open another two packets of cake mix and mixed up another batch only she forgot to start the beaters on low and so the mixture flew out of the bowl and splattered all over her and the rest of the kitchen.
‘You need to clean that up Arabella, it will set on the walls like cement’, I told her.
‘What about my uniform?’
‘You shouldn’t have been cooking in your uniform; you need it for the graduation ceremony. There’s no time to dry clean it between now and then. Let me take a look at it.’ She turned around.
‘Oh for heaven’s sake’, I exclaimed, ‘Your uniform’s ruined. It’s completely splattered. Step out of it and I’ll try to sponge it.’
So please excuse me as I clean up the kitchen and sort out the uniform.