There is nothing like a trophy for giving one a swollen head. Even a rather small one. Trophy, that is, not head. Obviously.
before Christmas, my Little Sister and her fella came to stay for the weekend. Regular readers may remember that we organised a kind of home-grown Turkey and Tinsel weekend, with Friday being Christmas Eve, Saturday being Christmas Day and Sunday masquerading
as Boxing Day. So successful were we in our Festive Endeavours, that we may well make this a new annual tradition. Indeed, it was so realistic that my poor Mr B actually asked me: “How are we going to get home from here?” I had to reassure him
that we were already home...
A feature of the weekend which I failed to mention was the Handing Over of the Trophy for Best Use of Props, presented by my sister
into my safe keeping for the next six months or so. This year it will be ten years since the trophy was first awarded. It’s probably not surprising, therefore, that it has lost its label (which read “Best Use of Props” - do keep up, won’t
you?) and has only one of its four ribbons remaining. Those small considerations apart, it is in pretty good condition for its age - testament to the loving care afforded it by my sister and me when in our possession.
Okay, we are 230 words into today’s Daily Blog and I still haven’t explained the origin of the trophy. Who awarded it to us? What did we do to deserve it? What props did we use, where did
we get them from, did we need any specialist training in their use? Questions, questions, questions...
The occasion was the Youngest of the Darling Daughters’
special birthday, as in, one with an 0 at the end. It would not be the done thing to be more explicit. She chose to celebrate with a silver, sparkly birthday party, in her own home, the proceedings masterminded by her elder sister, Middle of the Darling Daughters.
I made a silver, sparkly birthday banner (some letters of which are still being recycled in the birthday banners I am producing for other family members) and wore a sparkly top which I thought looked rather lovely but, from photos taken at the time, makes
me look as if I am wearing a large cobweb. I remember, in particular, that it was one party where the Birthday Girl threw caution to the winds, stopped worrying about whether everyone was enjoying themselves (as is her wont, being the ever-caring type) and
just set about having fun. It was wonderful to see.
My sister and I have always believed in the importance of entering into any activity with unbounded enthusiasm.
That way lies fulfilment and joy. Anything less risks disappointment and boredom. We are particularly good at birthdays which is why Mr B, who will celebrate a birthday on Friday, is already worrying what I might have planned for him.
It helped, on the occasion of the Silver, Sparkly Birthday Party, that we could call upon all manner of party accoutrements to accessorise our antics. There were silver blow-up guitars,
jingle bells and - our absolute favourite - maracas. Oh, you should have seen the pair of us wielding those maracas! We were ace!
Towards the end of the
party, several trophies were presented. To be honest, I can only remember the moment when the “Best Use of Props” award was announced and everyone in the room turned to look at us. It was like the Golden Globes albeit of the Silver Variety. We
accepted our award with our customary modesty, as I recall.
Ever since that evening, almost ten years ago, that trophy has been passing between us. Every six months
or so whoever is in possession at the time remembers that it’s time to pass it on and a small ceremony - usually over a dinner table - is arranged. I would be very interested to know if any of the other trophies handed out at the Silver, Sparkly Party
are still in circulation. I rather doubt it.
For the moment, I am the proud Keeper of the Trophy which is residing in my cabinet alongside the photo of my Little
Sister and me which carries the uplifting message: “Sisters by chance / friends by choice.”
I am thinking of carrying out some minor restoration work
before I have to pass it on. A fresh label, perhaps, and some new ribbons?
Nothing major - just enough to last for another ten years...