3. Daughter-Two's run of shows has wrapped up. She was on a roll by the end and would happily have done another six performances I think.
(photo from Musical Stars performance trust)
4. The car, which coughed and died halfway up the hill the other week, cannot be resuscitated. Or, at least, its engine can't so an expensive transplant will be required. Which is pretty ironic given it's the first time we have bought a late model car and spent more than a few thousand dollars. The Husband very persuasively argued the case for finally having a "respectable" car. Seems to me it's like buying a pedigree dog. You're better off with a mongrel ie the cheap Japanese import like the last one we had that just kept going while looking scruffier and scruffier.
Meanwhile Daughter-One is taking Daughter-Two across town on two buses each morning, or in a taxi if she has to be there extra early for sports days and the like.
5. Thankfully the fireworks season is much shorter here than it was in Auckland, especially in the predominantly Chinese area where we lived up there. Fireworks are only allowed to be sold in the run-up to Guy Fawkes Night on November 5 - but a lot of stock-piling goes on and then there are random explosions after dark for the next six months whenever anyone has a birthday or some other reason to celebrate.
Down here in Wellington there were just a few bangs and bursts on the 5th, then again on the following Saturday when the Council put on a great display over the harbour.
In fact, I pretty much forgot it was Guy Fawkes night when I went to bed, only to be woken by a massive explosion just after I fell asleep. I was immediately wide awake and thinking "Wellington is under attack or the docks are exploding!" I leapt out of bed expecting to pull back the curtains and see a big fireball or something - only to remember as soon as my feet hit the floor and immediately fall sheepishly back under the covers.
Digital scrapbooking templates are so easy to use and make scrapping a breeze, but even those that include lots of elements and brushwork already in place will look result in beautifully different and unique layouts for every scrapbooker that uses them.
Even when they are both birthday layouts (as in the first two below!)
And here is Scrap Express 177 used by me and the wonderful Designer Digitals creative team:
1. It's that time of the year again, when the school (plus every extra-curricular class your child is enrolled in) schedules an end-of-year show.
Sadly, it's also when our car decided to take it's last breath, while halfway up a hill (blocking the traffic) on the way to Daughter-Two's school concert, for which we were already late (AND for which she had, in her bag, another child's costume she had accidentally grabbed at the end of the previous night's performance).
It coughed and it bunny hopped a couple of times, and then all life was gone.
Fortunately the taxi we called arrived quickly, we bundled in the two visiting grandmothers and we made it on time - although The Husband was left forlornly on the side of the road and only arrived at the venue literally as the performers filed off stage.
2. The highlight was the kapa haka, in which Daughter-Two (pasty white girl born in England) takes part with gusto.
3. Next on the agenda was "the big show" - or rather run of six shows - for the musical theatre group Daughter-Two belongs to. The run is still in progress, with two shows left later today. But we saw her in action last night in the title role and she was great.
4. I have been acting as her dresser much of the time, but for the first dress rehearsals I was working with the eight to ten year old girls. They were scarily organised - getting their costumes on and off, authoritatively telling each other what the next change was. (Although much of the rest of the time they were shutting each other in the lockers ...)
As it was after work I was a bit dressed up, and as well as politely asking my name so they could thank me properly, they were admiring my necklace and remarking on my nice top.
The next morning, after finishing my early morning work, I had to rush out at 8.30am with Daughter-Two for the first performance for local schools. Daughter-One asked "why are YOU dressed up" (given I was wearing make-up and somewhat more 'smart casual" clothes than normal for that time of the morning on a non-working day).
I had to admit that I didn't want to reveal my true scruffy self to some impressive nine-year olds.
5. Of course, there are always the one or two kids who always just dropped their clothes on the floor inside out, who never knew what the next costume change was and had to be told by their bossy peers, and who spent much of the time flicking the lights on and off. Some of the other dressers get angry with them but I just think, you'd be at home in my house ...
When Daughter-Two was born we lived outside London, in a tiny two bedroom cottage. Once she arrived it was clearly too small and, since we were expecting to be moving on overseas in the next year or two, we put it on the market and rented a big old house closer to the town centre.
The house belonged to an elderly man who had moved into a rest home but did not want the house sold. It came party furnished with some of his things, such as fringed standard lamps - and a baby grand piano.
This seemed too good an opportunity to miss so I found a piano teacher a few streets away and once a week Daughter-Two, in her pushchair, and I would take Daughter-One for a piano lesson.
Unfortunately it was the middle of winter, and pretty miserable by the time we returned home at 5.30pm.
One day I gave Daughter-two my woolly gloves to wear while walking home, and she loved them so much she insisted on keeping them on once we got home, flapping them about and smiling to herself.
From then on she always wore her "big hands" when we went to piano.