“I’ve been contemplating suicide,
But it really doesn’t suit my style.
So I think I’ll just act bored instead,
And contain the blood I would’ve shed. ”
So warbled Nick Cave in Shivers … Contemplating suicide doesn’t really suit my style either, but instead of acting bored I’ve spent the past week pondering “what next?”. When I outlined my elaborate plans for Sprog 1’s party to a friend, she suggested I become a kids’ party organiser. I told her I was an “ideas” person, not so good with finer detail. Now, after devoting two days of my life to making candy sushi, cake “sandwiches”, olive bugs, homemade party pies and a “bow-ties are cool” cake, I’m offering a clarification … fark that idea for a joke.
I was totally shattered last night, despite handsomely paying a nice bloke called Mike from the CSIRO to entertain 19 kids for 90 minutes with science experiments.
Next time, I swear, I’ll buy frozen party pies, chuck some potato chips in bowls and be done with it. Hang on, no I won’t, I’ve promised Sprog 2 a bunny-themed party for her birthday (bunny biscuits, bunny cupcakes, an Easter-egg hunt, tent full of real bunnies … I tend to over-reach).
Ah well, I’ve got four months to recover and regroup.
On the upside, all that party planning took my mind off my psychic distress from being sacked just four weeks into my new job. Though perhaps it wasn’t entirely wise to regale all the unsuspecting school mums with my sorry tale (and my association with prisoners) when they came to collect their kids from the party. Some of them looked quite startled …
Anyway, here are some pics from the party. I think Sprog 1 had fun. She’s all internal and low-key like me, so it’s hard to tell sometimes.
Nuh, definitely not getting into kids’ party planning as my new career. Or photography – geez my shots are blurry.
Any other suggestions for a suddenly unemployed former magazine editor?
Anyone want to pay me a piddling amount to blog Hollywood gossip round-ups for them? I’m available …