Monday, September 20, 2010

Sway, what a swell party

The party cake tower was very well received by the small girls. All of Recaro's fairy cakes were eaten. My pink iced shop bought cakes weren't quite as popular, but I'm sure things would have turned out differently if only I'd been able to use the flower decorations that I wanted...

And as for the party dress? It swished, it swayed, it rocked.
Admit it, you want one just like it.

Recaro bought it for her. Thank heavens for Recaro. He has far better cup cake and fashion styling skills than I do. At least I know how to give out party bags.

"Who would like a party bag to take home?" I asked at 4pm. All the little hands shot up in the air. Result.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Party planning

Peaches is having a birthday party this Saturday. For a while, this filled me with dread. There seemed to be so much to do for two hours of shrieking girl-fest. Then reality dawned....
  • Sainsbury's are delivering our shopping.
  • I've ordered presents and decorations on line.
  • I have bought ready made icing to go on ready made fairy cakes. Yeah. Bite me.
  • A friend is making a gorgeous chocolate fudge cake.
  • Recaro has ordered helium for balloons.
  • Recaro has ordered wine for the parents.
  • Recaro has bought a new swishy party dress for Peaches.
All I'm going to actually cook is a few sausages and sausage rolls. I must remember to prepare party bags and the parcel and prizes for Pass the Parcel and Musical Bumps.

Some people might consider this to be the slack parenting approach to partying. On the other hand, it cuts the prep time and the children are far more likely to eat.

I'm bound to forget something. I can live with that.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Taking the Milwaukee biscuit

One of the worst thing about the internet is how it aids and abets us in coveting things and buying stuff. Sadly, this knowledge isn't going to stop me supporting the consumerist nature of the interwebs. I give you, drum roll, the extremes of Recaro's shopping habit.

First off, Recaro researches the products, reads the review and purchases a Milwaukee hammer drill on-line. How manly. He waits anxiously for its arrival. It doesn't show.

Meanwhile our Vitsoe shelving is delivered.

So he puts the shelves up anyway using his Dad's old hammer drill. (Remind me again, why did he have to buy a new hammer drill?). His Dad's drill has the shortest cable in the world and I have to spend an afternoon holding an extension lead in the air.

This impatience to get on with things is common (if random) in our house. He bought the drill in order to do the job properly, but then went ahead anyway with an old drill... and did the job properly.

Only four months after moving in, we finally unpack our books even if only to repack a few other boxes with books for the charity shops and eBay. Also, how do you like our wires across the carpet look? (That carpet is going by the way).

On the same day the drill arrives (which it turns out was made in Germany and not, as one might imagine, in Milwaukee), Recaro comes home even more excited with his latest purchase from Marks & Spencer.

What's not to like about a biscuit tin that looks like a biscuit? Indeed, what's not to love about the man who bought it?

Hands up who hasn't got a clue what I mean about the importance of the custard cream to British snack culture?

Sunday, September 5, 2010

My mother told me, there'd be days like this

Well, she didn't really. But I was listening to Van the Man and can't get the tune out of my head.

I have had a strangely lush summer.

We moved house and now live in the woods outside Whitstable. We can hear a neighbour's cockerel crowing throughout the day and see squirrels and all kinds of finches, treehoppers, nuthatches and tits in the garden. It's a lovely quiet spot where the noise is only broken by Peaches as she shouts for help when climbing trees. The neighbours are delighted with us... though perhaps it's just as well we don't have many neighbours.

We cancelled our holiday to Scotland but we did make it to Greece.

We have made a start on decorating. I shall unveil the delights of our 1980's house in future posts. Let me tease you with a few short scary ideas though. Exposed brick. Circular staircase. Dark brown varnished woodwork (lots of). Some things will stay and some will go.

Peaches got chicken pox. She's over it now. Aside from one especially scratchy night she got through it ok. Now I'm teaching her the wisdom of not touching her face so that the scabs can heal. The highlight for Peaches was watching back to back Nanny McPhee, Alice (Johnny Depp) and chipmunk movies while I worked from home. Our study is a gallery overlooking the living room - very handy for each one of us being is sight of the other, but not so close that I can't earn a living (and ignore chipmunks).

I made my first sale on ebay by selling our old wood burner. I achieved my target price and am now going to try and flog some unwanted books too. So if anyone fancies a fancy four-volume, gilt-covered, set of Maupassant stories, please go and visit eBay now.

We also had a great time at Hutstock - a teeny tiny beach hut music festival. The brief vid shows the scene and clearly illustrates how my excellent parenting skills are paying off.

And if you aren't impressed enough by that (and I don't mean my neighbour's butt in the closing shot), here's Recaro's best endeavour at getting Peaches involved in the DIY of putting out bird boxes: