Yesterday was a day of Glittery Surprises.
Not personally for me, you understand, but virtually very much so. I was, in my
imagination, All A-Glitter. Yes, it was Twins Tala and Lilia’s seventh birthday and their proud mamma, Middle of the Darling Daughters, was determined to make up for the fact that Covid restrictions last year had led to the cancellation of plans for
a sixth birthday party. The Twins, bless them, had professed themselves perfectly happy with pancakes for breakfast, a cake decorated with Kinder eggs and a non-party bag apiece. Nevertheless, the prospect of a proper party this year, for all the girls in
Puffin Class, had expectations rising high on the Richter scale, almost (though not quite) pushing Christmas into the background for a bit.
My middle daughter
is not quite mad - she sensibly enlisted the help of her younger sister and her nephew to help the party go with a swing. Even more sensibly, she sent the Twins off with Auntie Kazza (known to you as the Youngest of the Darling Daughters) and her fella on
a morning trip to the Build a Bear workshop to choose an outfit for their bears while their mother decorated the house in true Party Colour. The Twins didn’t need actually to build a bear as they already own previously-much-loved bears gifted them by
their cousin Eleanor.The very fact that the bears had already had so much love bestowed upon them by their original owner before they came into the Twins’ loving clutches makes them all the more special to Tala and Lilia.
The theme of the party was LOL. Which in this instance doesn’t mean “Laugh Out Loud” though I suspect the person who invented and marketed LOL dolls is laughing all the way to the
bank. LOL dolls are very, very popular among today’s young’uns. Party activities yesterday included nail varnish, fake tattoos, and glittery face decorations. My daughter endeared herself to all the guests’ parents by asking the teacher of
Puffin Class if she would mind all her pupils who were at the party turning up to school on Monday morning with glittery faces, tattooed arms and colourful nails, thus saving said parents the unenviable job of scrubbing their daughters clean in the bath that
night. The teacher, to her credit, said that Christmas was all about glitter so who was she to be a party pooper?
I joined the party, via WhatsApp video, to witness
the singing of Happy Birthday and the blowing out of the candles (Lilia may be the younger of the Twins by one important minute but she was quicker off the mark than her sister when it came to extinguishing the seven candles). After which the over-excited
party girls were introduced to all the fun of limbo dancing.
The Middle of the Darling Daughters took charge of proceedings, wielding a silver limbo pole she had
fashioned with her own fair hands. The party revellers skipped and danced in line out of the living room, through the hall and back over and over again as the pole was slowly lowered. One child solved the Limbo Challenge by lying down on her back then lifting
herself up off the floor on her hands and feet, inching under the pole like a small, determined crab. As the game progressed, the limbo pole turned without warning into a tickling stick, which surprisingly enough did nothing at all to calm things down…
I would so love to have been there in person. I would have been in my element at Build the Bear, choosing new outfits for the well-loved bears; come the party, my face would
have been glittered, my nails polished with bright purple nail varnish, a large Love Life tattoo stamped on my arm by grandson Jack (he being In Charge of Tattoos.) Nobody would have sung “Happy Birthday” louder than I. I might have had to pass
on the Limbo Challenge but I could have done some serious tickling if required.
Not to worry - next Sunday it will be Party Time all over, this time at ours. It
will be a Laugh Out Loud Party. There will be presents, there will be cake, there will most certainly be candles.
Happy 7th birthday twice over, dear Tala and
Lilia. Why have one Birthday Party when you could have two!?