Last Friday we decided to have a Staff Night Out. Its a week and a bit until the end of term but it seems that people have plans already for next weekend. There was a scramble to book a table for thirteen (unlucky for nobody this time) and, despite extreme weariness all round, out we went.
One minor problem arose though when I went to get dressed: its so long since I last needed the oul' Glad Rags that they appear to have disappeared...evaporated...rotted away?
Smart jeans? Check (luckily I have the largest arse in the West, so no competition for my jeans).
Black tee-shirt? (after a long search, and discovery of crumpled remains) check.
Good sandals????? Nowhere to be found, so wore school shoes.
Old plum-coloured jacket which I made for a cousin's wedding? Check (home made, no temptation)
Funky necklaces? Gone.
Dangly earrings? One old pair I wore in College discovered, any others....c'est disparu...
Good black handbag? Gone.
Black pashmina? Gone.
Eventually I found an old leather bag, which was actually the treat to myself on receiving my first teacher's paycheck! I scrubbed the mould off on the bedspread!!
I'd be the first to admit that clothes aren't really my thing. If its comfortable, clean and has most of its buttons its just fine. Shoes ditto- coupla €4 footwear from Penny's, one good pair for winter, (communal) gumboots, flip-flops and ye olde sheepskin slippers make me happy. I don't like having loads of stuff, besides which I only ever wear flats.
Jewellery? The good stuff I've inherited, a €1.50 pearl string, some couple of nice earrings I've collected over the years, some lovely malachite from Kenya when it was still affordable...oh and dozens of jangly cheapo Indian bangles from Nairobi, all please me very much.
Like most mothers I guess I've spent anything extra on the girls and taken my pleasure in having them dressed well. I think they're gorgeous and I love seeing what they make of themselves now, although in years past I used to dress make for them and loved doing that too.
So no sour grapes girls...BUT I REALLY WANT MY THINGS BACK!
Having said all that, I had a great evening...and morning! It was nearly 1am by the time I'd delivered friends home after a lengthy, rowdy and hilarious meal at the French Restaurant in town. (As the non-drinking driver the Noddy car is regularly called into taxi service, the only time anyone is ever polite to him!!!)
Which all goes to prove that...'Its not what you do, its the way that you do it!' which counts....and ...clothes maketh not the woman!!!!
P.S. If my things don't come back soon I jolly well going to go and spend the girls' next months' pocket on myself at Vicki's shop 'Glass River Jewellry' and tough cookies to the lot of 'em!
4 comments:
That's one of the good things about having boys, they weren't tempted by my clothes and jewellery. But leave any other things lying about, like mobile phones or CDs or DVDs or money and they had a tendency to walk!
Do you have a JC penny there? I think your night out sounded wonderful!
End of term??? We've just been back a week from half term, and have (not that I'm counting) 24 days left at school 20th July!) with all the silliness of sports day, whole school production, etc as well as all the new babies starting in September, I will need six weeks off after that!
LOL, I knew exactly where they went. I'm with ya on the clothes, T-shirts and shorts or blue jeans....and my faithful crocs ....except for the winter cowboy boots...I know, you're not surprised!
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