Sunday, 17 July 2016

It's My Party

I'm all about a birthday party, me. The fairy bread, the cheerio's, the Fanta!...What's not to love?
Mind you, my first ever fashion faux pas took place at a birthday party, so it's a surprise that I don't run screaming from the room the moment someone puts a candle on a cake!.

The birthday girl on that occasion lived at the end of our street and I think she! was turning four. I don't remember her name!, but I remember my choice of outfit, as if it was yesterday..
A pair of clinging bright green tights and a very tight green polo-neck jersey. No top layer - just tights and a top. It was a thing. I'm pretty sure it was a thing,  Mum tried to talk me out of it, but I knew the look I was going for and remained determined to proceed as planned.

There are few four -year olds who could pull this look off and sadly I was most definitely not one of them, I must have looked like a giant frog covered in pond scum!!.

I have no recollection of the party itself, just of the walk home before it had finished. This may not have actually happened, but I hope it didn't, because it turns out tights and polo necks were so not a thing, I don't know where I got that idea from.

And while I've never worn so little ever again, I'm still just as keen on a birthday party, even though  these days, one can only fit so many candles on a cake before the presence of hairspray becomes something the fire department needs to know about.

But what becomes even more important than fair bread is catching up with friends and family. I don't know why, but the more you need this to happen, less it does!.

At least I am not dressed in clinging bright green stuff. My lovely sister out of the blue, took the bull by the horns and invited a small but perfectly formed group for a Sunday lunch a wee while back to help me celebrate mine.

These things are the memories we cling to, during the boring bit of the year when Christmas isn't happening. Who cares how blah the age you're celebrating is? Break out the Fanta and defrost some sausage rolls people and enjoy that age thing about life.