Most Saturdays are busy times, but yesterday was particularly so. The much anticipated meet-up with members of BrisStyle was organised for 11.00 am at the Pandemonium Cafe at Paddington in Brisbane. When a group of like-minded creative people get together, the air is filled with friendliness and enthusiasm. The group is expanding in leaps and bounds from our first meeting almost a year ago. About ten people were at that first meeting and now our membership is heading towards 70. There amongst the familiar faces were scattered some new members, but in no time it was as though we had known each other forever.
I always look forward to seeing first-hand the beautiful works created by our group and I was sorry to have to leave before many had arrived.
However, it was time to get home to quickly change clothes, make a final check of the christening gown and drive to our latest grandchild's baptism. The gown was made by my mother for our own children and now it has been worn by her great-grandchildren. She would have been chuffed.
The number one lesson learned was that perhaps I should have had my glasses at the ready before I attempted to undo the tiniest buttons it is legal to sell.
Excuse me, Father, you're going to do what?
I don't believe he did that. Look at my hair - it's ruined!
There was time enough afterwards to chase some birds ...
before Miss G was arrested ...
It was then time for some celebratory food, so it was off to the children's favourite eatery.I know as a child I had some pretty peculiar food fetishes, like peanut butter and Vegemite sandwiches - mixed together. But nothing prepared for the sight of our nearly four-year-old granddaughter continuously taking spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream, alternating with sips of pumpkin soup.
It was compelling, in a horrible sort of way. I suddenly lost my appetite.
It didn't seem to affect Miss G who was on a chocolate high, but the guest of honour was far from impressed and took to her stroller, fingers firmly in place.
It was the end of her Big Day Out.