Anything you've managed to get away with lately in the wardrobe department?
Sunday, 22 April 2012
I found this great Peter Alexander nightie a few years back. (A brand renowned for its pajamas that has since branched into lounge wear). Teamed with a pair of silver shoes that weren’t just ‘silver’, but like those crazy nails I had a while back, looked like they’d been cast from sterling silver and a pair of knee length white jeans and I had, I thought, quite the outfit. (Despite my work mate Brett - aka Willy - insisting no-one should wear white jeans. ‘But I have white jeans’, I objected. ‘Yes’, he confirmed, ‘no-one…’)
Anyway, having proudly worn this outfit to many a boardroom meeting and garnered many flattering comments (so there Brett!) I was more than a little pissed off when Peter Alexander decided to feature said nightie on the front of their catalogue – completely blowing the cover of my sleepwear masquerading as corporate wear. Damn.
It’s been just a nightie for a while now…..
Sunday, 15 April 2012
My friend Theresa popped over earlier tonight and we got on to the subject of godparents and how sometimes – embarrassingly – it’s hard to remember who you’re the godparent of and who are your kids’ godparents. (It’s okay Charlie and William – I know I’m your fairy godmother!)
Anyhow, Elle, eavesdropping, somewhat aghast, said ‘Am I baptised?’
‘Yes, you are,’ I said.
‘Why am I baptised!?’ she demanded. Fair point given I’m a vocal atheist.
‘Well it’s tradition as much as anything,’ Theresa thankfully chimed in.
‘Really. I though baptised was, you know….’ said Elle, making a scissor action around her nether region.
‘That’s circumcised!!!” I cried with laughter.
Tuesday, 10 April 2012
Mother Who Works: Putting the FUN back into FUNdraising....: Hello readers of MWW, benevolent supports, friends and those of you who just feel obliged to play along, (and apologies to this of you who ...
Hello readers of MWW, benevolent supports, friends and those of you who just feel obliged to play along, (and apologies to this of you who have received this via FB, email as well - Twitter and G+ is also coming!!!)
Don't panic - it's not a ball.
So a few of have gotten together, and decided to make our own fun-draing committee that will support whatever cause is near and dear to our hearts. And to kick off, what could be nearer or dearer than my gorgeous son George – well, in fact his school, Glenallen.
But firstly, check out the video/invitation Nick Trumble (creative) did for us. It's attached – just turn the volume up ad enjoy:
Just in case you missed it, it's Friday June 15th at the Malvern Town Hall.
Glenallen is a special school for the special of the special. The ratio of kids to staff and volunteers comes close to one to one. The do an amazing job. Jaz went there and George is in his last year. The kids there have some pretty extreme disability. The special of the special, as I like to call them. Here's the link to their site:
For some of the kids and their families, it's very tough. English may not be their first language. They may be strapped for cash. Or family support. So we'd like to help them out – not just with their wish-list of equipment, but with the schools assistance, a bit of extra help where it's needed most and will make the biggest difference.
So here's where you come in:
- Of course we need you to come along and support the event, please!!
- Because we're branching out, we really need you to bring people along to the event – not just the people we know – to make this a success, we need to expand the network and if you can help with that, dragging along everyone you've ever met in your life, we would be extremely grateful
- And as always, any donations for prizes, auction, raffle or cash would be amazing
To book (yes, we've gone all techy and proud!) please click the link below:
And if you can't make it but feel you'd like to donate, you can do that via the same link.
Thanks as always,Your friend in emotional blackmail,
Saturday, 7 April 2012
So, here I am, Saturday night of the Easter break and I’m at home. Not camping. At home.
The plan was that George would be out of hospital Wednesday – Thursday at the latest. We had friends coming for dinner Thursday night and we’d pack up on Friday and head of to Nagambiefor a week's camping. It had taken me months of nagging to get a site at The Nagambie Lakes Caravan Park and Resort. Most places are booked out a year in advance for Easter – but around September last year I got the exciting email from the delightful Fiona at the front desk to say we were in!
Wednesday arrives. I get to the hospital in the afternoon, fully expecting to take George home….but no, the doctor barely makes eye contact as she tells me they’d really rather he stayed. ‘Until tomorrow?’ I ask hopefully. No, they’d rather he stayed in a bit longer actually – maybe a few days more.
The physio had been in earlier and said she was worried how George would go getting in and out of the tent. ‘We have a two room tent – you just walk in, you don’t crawl,’ I said. She was also worried how he’d go sleeping on the ground. ‘We have bunk beds – he’d be on the bottom one – as close to the floor as he is here on the special hi-lo bed’. We’re just not sure how you’ll go, walking him on uneven surfaces. ‘It’s a resort caravan park – the roads and paths will be paved!’
Call me suspicious but after all these objections and the multiple references to ‘we’, I am seriously smelling more than a whiff of conspiracy.
George was allowed home for the day today. “On the promise that you will not be whipping up to Nagambie” said the on-duty doctor whom I have never even met before. My theory is gaining momentum.
‘Mum, why did you even mention it?’ said Eleanor. ‘You could have just said in passing as we were leaving that’s what we were doing.” Yes, all very well in hindsight, isn’t it??
What do you think; conspiracy or coincidence?
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