Where would a blogger be without puns, song lyrics or alliteration for post title inspiration?
This was last Friday's outfit, described as "Bavarian" by the lollipop lady.
Not sure about that!
But it was reasonably practical for setting up ready for the school's festive fair on Saturday.
Predictably, there were mutterings about the name Festive Fair.
"Can't we call it Christmas any more then? It's political correctness gone mad!"
Actually, it was just because the graphic designer mum who does our posters found it easier to fit the word festive into her design than the word Christmas.
No political correctness here, just a love of alliteration and an eye for a good poster layout!
1980s dress - Ebay
Waistcoat, bangle, necklace, tights - charity shops
Boots - retail (sale) 2 or 3 years ago
The fair was suitably festive, despite it being in November. Leave it until December, and the number of Christmas fairs, markets and other events makes for a very crowded schedule.
Clockwise, l-r; Gorgeous handmade goods galore, Tracey and her vintage cake stands, henna tattoos, Elodie and her stall.
Santa's grotto (before Santa arrived!)
My friend Joanne and I wrapped most of those fake presents piled up - the kids got some chocolate and a photo with Santa. (See here for last year's debate about suitable grotto gifts, and the perils of PTA membership. And to see me looking crazed in a wig, always good for a laugh...)
More perils - low winter sunshine!
Eldest did sterling work on the tombola - that's my girl!
The event went OK, despite not being as busy as last year. We made a pretty creditable £1300.
After a hilariously tipsy session round at my mate's house counting up the takings (a lesson learnt - prosecco and accountancy are not good bedfellows), I woke up on Sunday with a thick head and a heavy heart and that flat post-event, post-booze feeling.
Do you know what I mean?
Do you ever question the point of what you do?
I am starting to treat the organisation of these school events as my job (since I no longer have a paid one) and feeling responsible for the outcomes.
Which is spoiling the fun of it a bit.
I think I need to stop grouching and start laughing again, don't you?
This parcel of joy cheered me up considerably!
My lovely friend Lucy, Poet of Pontypridd, sent me a fabulous vintage suede jerkin, a pretty blue dress, a great belt and funky chain, and sweeties!
Oh, and a mug with cats on, but that's in the dishwasher...
And my gorgeous bloggy twin Joni sent me a second original calligram, this time of a cat (excuse the glare, it still has the cellophane on it), and some fabulous jewellery as well as the wonderful clutch bag she offered to give away a while ago on her blog. I was cheeky enough to claim it! Won't it go perfectly with that jerkin?
See? Blogging really does make life better!
Thank you, Lucy and Joni.
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