Just as I was ascending out of the fog I got hit from behind. A second virus, complete with gastro chaser and high fever left me in bed for 3 days, way behind on the sewing to fill my wholesale order and Amy's 4th birthday looming in 6 days.
Why we thought it was a good idea to let a compulsive extrovert dictate the guest list I do not know. We must have been on drugs. Or asleep. Or perhaps vomiting from gastro. 80 people for morning tea? Yeah, no problem...and I won't even get into the thoughts that have entered my head for the first time ever, of worrying that simply opening the doors of our home and laying on food is not sufficient for a party. I provide no entertainment or planned activities or anything otherwise worthwhile. I still expect kids to be able to amuse themselves when in large groups and if they can't I see it as someone else's problem...and no lollie bags. Am I a cow or a sensible resister of the disgusting fetishisation of children's parties by parents wishing to remake their childhood in an altogether more affluent vein? With everything else I desperately need to get done why am I wasting time even thinking about this? If I had more time I could do a serious post on the $10,000 4 year old parties I read about and how they make my toes curl, but here's the shorthand version - I think that is completely insane and has nothing to do with what children want or need. So I am astonished to find myself contemplating the edge of the wedge and feeling inadequate that there will be no princess merchandise on my scrappy wooden kitchen floor.
So sightings of me will be thin on the ground for a week or so. I'll try and pop back in to show you some pics if I get the chance of all the stuff that will be walking out the door, getting wrapped up for pressies or eaten by the descending hoards. And maybe a snap or two of the plum blossom and the first buds on the grape vine because they make me think perhaps winter may one day end. How I pine for summer.