Friday just gone saw the annual Fun Run at the boys’ primary school where for the past 5 years (and probably long before our boys attended) has been an obligatory, competitive, cross-country style race. First, second and third, in each year group were congratulated with medals and a certificate handed out in next week’s assembly to rapturous applause from their peers. The “fun” aspect came from the optional fancy dress, however, coming from a sporting (read: dangerously competitive) family our boys always opted out of the “fun” part, choosing instead to do their best to win an “actual medal”. Imagine their disgust this year. after 3 weeks of self-inflicted training, when the PTA email thudded into my inbox informing my mini-competitors that this year’s event wasn’t really a race – everyone would be given a medal for taking part and that they would have to drag a “buddy” from another year group round some shin-bruising obstacles!
Has the world gone mad?!?!
I’ve spent a lot of time recently watching the eternally stylish and pure bonkers Iris Apfel in her bio-doc over on Netflix – yes, originally it was my idea to watch it whilst feeding bubs, but I soon realised he was mesmerised by her over-sized glasses and spectacular range of colourful outfits; she by far outdoes any purple dancing dinosaur or primary coloured nit-wits for entertaining a small human. It was on about the third run through I caught the lovely Iris say something so very true to my heart:
‘I didn’t give a damn about going to the party or being at the party.
It was a about getting dressed for the party. And there’s truth and poetry in that’
Aaaaand, BREATHE! Bloody hell, what a week – I made it with all children and pets in tact! There’s been so much happening over here at The Only Girl that I feel like I need…
It feels as though I’ve nearly made my blogging full circle; it was winning the Amara Interiors Blog Award for Best Organisation Blog last November through my “day job” that finally spurred me onto starting my own, long considered blog. When I received the email a few weeks ago from the lovely IBA team informing me that one of my lovely readers (please let me know if it was you as all family, friends and colleagues thus far questioned have denied it!) had nominated me for a 2015 IBA I was gobsmacked – to the point where I emailed them back asking if they were really sure! Apparently it wasn’t a mistake!