On Sunday is our little girl’s third birthday party.
We’re having a costume party for her. She will be dressed as a fairy / butterfly / princess / frothy pink candyfloss and our son will go as Spiderman. We haven’t asked the parents to dress up, for the simple reason that I’m not a total bitch.
But I thought it’d be fun for me to make some effort and get into the spirit of things. I had visions of greeting our guests at the front door looking every inch a magical fairy. Because, obviously, I have this gear sitting in my wardrobe:
|That’s me on the left.|
If I was really organised, I’d float down the stairs in a giant bubble too. Surely that can’t be too hard? That gives me exactly one day to become an illusionist. I’m sure David Copperfield learnt all about it in one day.
It was a shock to realise I don’t own a dress like Glinda’s from The Wizard of Oz. So I got online to look for an adult fairy costume. When you search for an adult fairy costume, it should come as no surprise that this is kind of thing you find:
I did think about wearing this little number, but there’s an obvious problem.
It’s just not my colour.
Thankfully, I’ve found the perfect outfit. I think this screams “welcome to our 3 year old’s birthday party.” Don’t you?
Anyhoo, see how the heading says “A post my husband likes?” Well, he hasn’t seen this next bit. This is what I’ve planned for him to dress as…
This November, I’m writing one post every day as part of NaBloPoMo.