Saturday 14 February 2009

Have a heart

It's Valentine's Day. Sniff. The children are with Mr X. The only post was from the Inland Revenue, demanding £793.

But am I downcast?

Well, der, as Child One and Two would say in unison, if only they were here. My cast is definitely down. However much one steels oneself, that naughty little worm, hope, will keep on wriggling. And, in fact, I will be seeing my True Love later. But sometimes we both seem to be lugging so much baggage around that we each need a separate carousel.

Luckily, there are important cybermatters to attend to which will distract me from the sight of the rest of the world, and especially Dulwich, wallowing in red velvet-swaddled deliciousness, the lucky, lucky beasts.

Right, now, before I get distracted and go off on another rant, what was it that Potty Mummy asked me to do? Ah yes, 'Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures. Pick the 4th picture in that folder. Explain the picture. Tag 4 people to do the same.'

Off I go, weaving in and out of the good, the bad and the ugly stacking up in my computer. Though I am fairly hopeless at remembering to capture those golden moments, somehow the PC's innards are silting up with blurry, out of focus images culled from my mobile and stored here, for what purpose I cannot say. I come to the fourth of the fourth - and it's one I can't show you. Like the lovely Potty herself, I shy away from using real pictures of my children in my blog. I change names, I change events, I can be economical, not to say parsimonious, with the truth. And yes, I know you'll be shocked, but I feel we know each other well enough now for me to admit it, my first name is not Dulwich.

Nevertheless, I am perfectly happy to blather on a bit about the picture, even if I'm not going to whip it out of my cyberskirts with a great voila. It's a (blurry, out of focus) shot of my darling Child Two, at her - gulp - 9th birthday party, just after we had hit these shores. The party was held at the Build A Bear Workshop, in sunny Bromley, with Child Two's newly acquired schoolchums. Build A Bear, in case you have had the good luck not to be exposed to it, is a joint where you can choose, then stuff, your own bear. You even choose a little satin heart, make a wish, and put it inside the bear. Then you dress it up in mini clothes, including firemen's outfits and tinkerbell costumes. The whole place is so camp, I'm always surprised that the entire line-up of the Village People doesn't burst out of the shop performing YMCA every time we pass. It is also completely shocking that you can buy skateboards and sunglasses for your bear - so very Marie-Antoinette before the tumbrils that, if I were the company, in these crunchy times, I would start building my own barricades.

Still, there we are, and she looks very happy in the photo, clutching the bear which she named Blossom, and apparently at ease with the other girls. But, looking back, I realise how difficult it must have been for her. She hardly knew these girls, whereas she had grown up with the friends left behind Abroad.

I've put everyone through so much. I hope they'll forgive me.

Meanwhile, I have to pass on the tag - I'm nominating the lovely Rosiero, Rural Villager, Part Mummy Part Me and Nunhead Ramblings.

16 comments:

Potty Mummy said...

They will forgive you. Lovely post.

Almost Mrs Average said...

What a wonderful description of the photo. Sometimes words say more than the image itself. Hope you have a lovely evening DM x

Jennysmith said...

That Build a Bear thing always looks a bit cruel - the way they pump up those things and subject them to all sorts of atrocities before you get the toy in your hands.

And some of those clothes look so incredibly tarty. I only like the knickers,

However none of this has stopped Daughter from loving it in there xxx

Anonymous said...

We thought you might be interested to hear, we are launching ‘Little ASOS’ this Friday!
Now the little ones can join in the fun too. Drop by and check it out at asos.com

Love from
ASOS
Xxx

ADDY said...

Gee thanks, DD. I shall pick up this challenge shortly.

Rosie Scribble said...

Ooo I'm tempted to check out Build a Bear myself, the outfits sound hilarious. What an original idea for a party venue though.

Anonymous said...

I hate Build a Bear but the girls love it. We have have a whole city of them. Unloved. Gathering dust. Waiting to go to Oxfam.

Anonymous said...

I loathe soft toys; pointless objects that have no place in my house. I do quite fancy visiting this place though, if only for the possibility of a YMCA rendition.

Beautifully crafted post - even better than seeing the photo itself.

DD's Diary said...

Dear PM, thank you and I do hope so. I suspect I am making the fortunes of psychoanalysts who haven't even been born yet. Thanks, though! x

DD's Diary said...

AMA, thank you - I think we can say it was an interesting evening! Hope you had fun x

DD's Diary said...

Jennysmith, you are so right, it's like a torture chamber in there. Poor bears, being rendered then dressed as hookers. I quite like the mini bags, though, have you seen them? xx

DD's Diary said...

Er, hello, Asos, no idea what you are but will have a look, thanks!

DD's Diary said...

My pleasure, Rosiero xx

DD's Diary said...

Hi Rosie, I think BAB might be just the thing for your 5-year-old - don't blame me when you see the price of the teddy skateboards though! x

DD's Diary said...

AMM, yes, but do you actually ever take them to Oxfam? On the few occasions when I have, it's turned out that that particular bear/frog/rat was their very, very favouritist ....

DD's Diary said...

Thank you MTJAM. I fear I am now getting rather into soft toys and will end up being an old lady with 400 teddies on her bed, all dressed up in lace bloomers ...arg!