This longline waistcoat is proving very useful, I wear it a lot, it slims down a flared skirt and toughens up a girlie frock.
Minnie goes with the colour scheme, so she's allowed.
1980s pleated dress (99p, Ebay), tights and waistcoat (charity shops), suede ankle boots (Ebay)
The cold/flu/plague continues to be a pain in the arse but I have things to do, I don't have time to be ill. There's a jumble sale to organise - and jumble waits for no (wo)man!
Great poster, designed by one of our talented parents, Joanne, who has a degree in Graphic Design. I was tempted to take credit for it, but I am far too honest...
Before school broke up for half term, there was a fairly modest pile of donations, which prompted me to have a real nightmare, in which I dreamed that the jumble sale was a disaster, lots of punters but only a few rubbish items to sell. Me, anxious? Whatever gives you that idea?
I do feel a sense of responsibility about the event, I must admit, especially as one parent insists on referring to it as "Curtise's jumble." "No, no," I mildly suggested, "it's not my personal event, it's a school jumble." She stared at me, then asked me what time "my" jumble started.
I do hope we get a good class of rummager, I think hats should be worn as standard.
The jumble pile has now grown to dangerous proportions and is threatening to swamp the Deputy Head's desk. Good for us, terrifying for him. So we are setting up on Friday afternoon, sorting and piling and putting up signs and so on, ready for business on Saturday morning. Wish us luck!
Hope I'll be twirling with joy after it's all over.
Changing the world - one jumble at a time!