Saturday, 29 September 2012

the party prep

Despite the laborious task that is prepping for a party, I really rather enjoy it. Until the very end, at least, when I am cursing myself for making everything by hand and staying up till 1am for a week. The curse of the able crafter. Baking, icing, crafting, list making. Always with the lists. I would be useless without the lists!

























Five is a big deal for me. A new chapter is soon to begin in my daughter's storybook of life - the school years. When I was growing up, we were allowed to have a party for the 'big' birthdays. Five, ten, thirteen, eighteen, twenty one. I was always jealous of the kids who were allowed to have parties every year. Of course, now I see that my mum had it right all along. When I told Ruby she could have a party and invite some kindy friends, she rattled off all the girls' names. Eleven of them. Add their mums and I was questioning what I had done. I'm not a fan of huge birthday parties, I would rather keep them small and intimate. I had wanted to do a small family gathering, separate to the kindy friends party. Ruby was not impressed with the idea that her extended family would not know all the girls' names - how could they play together if they didn't know their names? First world problems for my fellow control freak Virgo. September is always really busy for us - our wedding anniversary, my birthday, her birthday, every weekend full. There was no other opportunity to celebrate her big day with our families, so I bit the bullet and dived in head first for a big joint soiree, despite the heavy sweating and ridiculous size of the head count tally. Thankfully, we had a few apologies. Phew.

The day after her fourth birthday, she told me she would like to have a dolly cake for her next birthday. Her cake of choice stayed the same for nearly a year. Until about a fortnight before her fifth birthday when it changed roughly 23 times, and then ended up back where she started. Dolly had a little twist, her skirt was to be a rainbow cake. Having seen them e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e, I had to try one. A simple, easy cake to assemble, with maximum wow factor when we cut her open. And, most importantly, the birthday girl was suitably impressed. For the cake, I used Donna Hay's Rainbow Cake from the latest DH Kids Annual, minus the sprinkles, plus the obvious addition of colouring paste (I use Wilton). This cake is so beautiful, the perfect consistency for stacking so many layers. Dolly didn't move!

I'm not big on full on theming for parties, perhaps I am too lazy or just not organised enough to source everything. I am definitely big on doing it as cheaply as possible. I think I am pretty good at making things look great, while barely denting the bank balance. We had loose connections between food and decorations based around the bubble blowing she requested before we sent out her invitations, together with the rainbow cake. The rainbow cake was genius, because anything goes! And I do love me some colour.

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My girl. My darling girl.
Five came around so fast.
Five is so much older than four.
Five is so much bigger than four.
Five is creative and crafty, inquisitive and hungry for knowledge.
You are so bright. Perhaps more than you should be and far more than you realise.
You are funny and quirky. Your imagination is enormous. And always engaged. Your memory is long, so very long.
You are loving and kind. You are a tiny mother already. You are a wonderful sister.
You are determined and strong willed. You are confident and independent.
You love routine and know the days of the week. You know what activities go on which day.
You love kindy. You are counting down to begin school. I am not.
You are a great little swimmer. You just moved up to the next class. You take instruction very well.
You are a dancer. Long before your first proper class, you were a dancer.
You love to sing. With the music loud and a maraca for your microphone. Dancing must always accompany your voice. Whitney is your favourite.
You love to draw, paint, colour, paste, write. You love to create. You busy yourself with stickers, glue and tiny pieces of paper, then appear with your masterpiece - proud, no matter the grandeur.
You love books. Pamela is your favourite. I have lost count how many stories you have memorised. Aha! Oho! A trail in the snow! Whose is this trail and where does it go?
Your favourite movie is Home Alone. You love Play School and Peppa Pig.
You love spicy food and greek yoghurt. And smoked tuna, straight from the can.
You got spunk, kiddo.
You are loved beyond measure.
Happy birthday, my beautiful girl xx


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