I am onto my fourth leg before I start to have doubts. Will the Rascally Trio be as keen as I hope they will be to make Flower Pot People when they visit on Saturday morning? What with the temperatures set to soar, won’t
they much prefer to cool themselves down amid the leaping water fountains at Splash Point? Or even to empty the water butt in the back garden and water all the thirsty plants? Have I, indeed, Set Myself Up To Fail?
I blame the Facebook post which showed a trio of flower pot people dressed as a Beaver, a Cub and a Scout. Such an amazingly inventive idea and one which (I assumed in a fit of misguided self-confidence) it should be easy
to copy. I forwarded the image to the Middle of the Darling Daughters to suggest this new idea for occupying the Rascals on their next visit. She was, as always, Up For It.
So I have purchased six seven inch flower pots, three terracotta colour for the heads, one black and two green for the bodies. I searched through my sewing box to find the packet of goggle eyes which I bought when I was in my Minion Making phase (I
had to buy a packet of twenty which was far more than I needed for my one-eyed Yellow Ones - but I knew they’d come in useful one day.) Meanwhile there are buttons a-plenty in my Button Box to decorate their jackets. Tomorrow I will choose three flowering
plants for the Rascals
All that was left was to fashion the arms and legs - which proved a little more complicated than I had anticipated especially as I couldn’t
find any teeny tiny flower pots (as per the original models) for the purpose. Instead I had to wash twenty four of my smallest plant pots which I hoped would do the job, with the insertion of cardboard party cups in each limb. The Lovely Kay, who helps me
keep my house in order, thought I would do better to use two party cups for each arm and leg pointing out that this would show off the animal design on the cups to greater effect. I do usually take Kay’s advice (she is, after all, excellent at reading
meters, filling the dishwasher with salt and all manner of other tasks I find tricky on account of the Recovering Shoulder) but in this case I stuck to my guns because otherwise my project would have to be called Flower Pot and Party Cup People. Which doesn’t
that the same ring about it, don’t you agree?
This doesn’t help my dilemma about the appeal of my latest project to those I am hoping to delight. I
decide to head into the kitchen to experiment with making a recipe cooked up on last night’s Eat Well for Less programme in which Greg Wallace and the Other Guy (whose name I forget), had set themselves the challenge of making a small girl love vegetables.
The little lass in question rather reminded me of myself when she screwed up her nose in disgust at the thought of Green Stuff on her plate. I’ve never been much of a fan either but I am much taken with the idea of chopping up and cooking lots of veggies,
smothering them in tomato purée and so disguising the fact that I am consuming four portions of my Five A Day almost without noticing.
Because I wasn’t
paying rapt attention to the television during the programme, my memory of the actual recipe is a trifle sketchy to say the least but by the time I have chopped, cooked, tasted and served up my Veggie Concoction I am quite proud of myself. Mr B says not to
give him too much dinner as he isn’t that hungry. Is there any more annoying comment when one has worked so hard to indulge one’s Inner Vegetarian? What’s more the kitchen looks an absolute mess, especially as one surface is covered with
arms and legs still to be assembled - and I have to be out early tomorrow morning for a hospital appointment so somehow everything must be in as near a pristine state as I can manage before I head up to bed.
What to do about the Flower Pot People? Then I have it - the Middle of the Darling Daughters believes strongly that preparation is everything. Her Trio never go unprepared into any new situation whether that is a visit to
our house or the Twins‘ venture into Ladybird Class when they go to Big School in September. I am always amazed at what good parents my children are, especially bearing in mind they were brought up by me. (I always trot out the excuse that I was very,
very young, practically a child bride, etc etc..)
“Can you show the Trio before you come?” I message my daughter. “Let me know if they
sound keen on the idea, won’t you?” If they don’t, then I shall just have to make the Flower Pot People for myself, I suppose, there’s no point in wasting all those arms and legs...
Still, as the Beavers, Cubs and Scouts would say, it’s best to Be Prepared...